Gefjun brought the feast to the table. Her husband, Skjรถldr, son of Odin, sat silently in his anger.
‘Thank you for this offering, mother,’ saidย Fridleif as the plate was laid before him.
‘Eat well,ย Fridleif.’ Gefjun took her place beside her son and looked atย Skjรถldr.
‘Can I eat now?’ spoke the Norse king.
‘Not yet, father. First we must all drink from the Cup ofย รรฐrerir to receive the blessings of our God forefathers.’ย Fridleif took the grotesque looking vessel featuring a menacing skull and decorative silver plating.
Skjรถldr rolled his eyes. ‘Seriously, do we have to?’
‘Daaaad,’ whined Fridleif (James).
‘Martin, please just do what he wants. I mean, Skjรถldr.’ Gefjun (Helen) smiled at her son and gaveย Skjรถldr a pleading look.
‘Okay,’ conceded the king. ‘Give it here.’
Order restored, theย Cup ofย รรฐrerir was passed round the feast table and all sipped of the diluted juice of the orange. Fridleif placed the vessel in the centreย the table.
‘Now, we may eat,’ย Fridleif pronounced.
‘Thank you,’ grumbledย Skjรถldr.
Gefjun smiled at her son. If this what it took to get him to eat his vegetables, then so be it.
Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words based on the photo prompt given (above). For more details visitย HERE.
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