Is it a sin
to step from the beaten path to asphalt
to exchange one’s moccasins for hard sole shoes
to lift one’s feet from the earth,
suspend and spin them mere inches from the ground?
Is it a sin, I ask you
to step from one society to another
to exchange dance for stoic worship
to set aside the drums,
and lift one’s voice in a language so foreign
Is it a sin?
B.S. McQuinn, 2020
10162020 – 1457
This short little fiction is written for Friday Fictioneer ‘s , a 100 word writing challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. A hearty thank you to C.E.Ayr for this week’s photo. If you would like to read more short fictions, or am in a mood to participate, then please, follow the link and come to join us around the table. We’d love to have you!
Authors Note: I really struggled with this one this week. Jotted down different things, nothing spectacular. Today, as I was driving up into the mid-Ohio area (home), I was thinking about “Spirit Trails” and needed to get back to writing it (My goal for next month has appeared!). I thought of the juxtaposition between tradition and modern life, the ‘old way’ versus the ‘new age’. And how, trying to keep to her journey as close as I can, I find the modern world a constant temptation… like riding a bicycle instead of walking, wearing shoes instead of moccasins… even to the differences in worship. It’s been one of those kind of thoughtful days as I drove up the interstate and back.