Friday, July 12, 2013

Paying Respects

Copyright - Randy Mazie
When the protective wards collapsed and the stench of evil inundated the compound, Magnus knew his survival depended on the magical arts his family had been the acknowledged masters of for countless centuries.

As dawn broke over the smoldering ruins of his ancestral home, his people were dead, victims of a withering assault of eldritch energy. He alone remained.

As penance, he visited the graves of his kin weekly in the same transformed state that had insured his survival so many years ago. If anyone found the sight of a pygmy goat in the cemetery…unusual, Magnus didn’t really much care.

This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction photo prompt. 


  1. Dear Jeffrey,

    A goat's gotta do what a goat's gotta do. A nice sci-fi approach to the prompt.



  2. I had to look at the picture again because I didn't even see the goat at first.
    The piece gave me a good chuckle though.
    It's a nice spin on the picture and far from what you normally expect Wizard's to be transforming into.

  3. I smell sulphur and brimstone. My first exposure to the word "eldritch".
    Good one.

  4. Very nice twist. Let's just hope nobody hungry spots the little goat. ;)

    Here's mine:

  5. We all need to pay our respect...goats or humans, don't we?

  6. Dear Jeffrey,

    It is the shape of a goat's pupils that protects them, isn't it? Great story.



  7. Charming use of our little goat. I am delighted that you made him a pygmy goat. I guess that may be what he is, but the detail is and added treat.

  8. Liked the way the goat became graveyard visitor.

  9. Great imagination! Loved this little piece - even though I'm afraid of goats :-)