Oslo, 1056

Oslo, 1056 – In my boyhood, long ago, I sat and saw longboats streak along the fjords, like spears flung by All-Father Odin.  Odin’s one-eyed face shone with joy, brighter than the sun, as he saw our longboats flung to destinations far and near, for raids or trade.  Then Christians arrived and we learned we were wrong.  All-Father is called Yahweh, Jesus his son.  But when black clouds roll over, burying the sky, and thunder goes growling along the fjord, it’s still Thor’s face I see watching over us.  I still shake with pride as jagged sparks fly from his hammer.

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This piece of flash fiction was written for Friday Fictioneers: a story in 100 words prompted by a picture that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every Wednesday. Here’s the link to the stories and this week’s picture is below (originally there were rooftops visible in the photo, but I only needed the sky and so I cropped it a little).

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17 thoughts on “Oslo, 1056

  1. I’ve written a YA novel about Norwegian settlers in the pacific Northwest and spent months studying Norse gods. This rang a glorious bell for me (we even named our black cat Freya) Delightful take on the prompt Thank you.

  2. Thanks, glad you enjoyed the story – “rang a glorious bell”, what a beautiful way of putting it 🙂 Btw I just read your story “Flight”, which I thought was excellent, so I’ll be heading over to leave a comment. And best of luck with the Norse YA novel.

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