Amidst the sounds of drums and murmuring voices, an elderly man stands at the dias. The priest wears a bright orange caftan with a tall feathered headdress resting on his brow.
His grizzled face regards the crowd and he slowly brings his hands up from his sides. The gathering of men, women, and children dutifully chant louder until the final words of the prayer are shouted in a crescendo.
He brings his hands down abruptly and everyone freezes, as silent as the grave. The only sounds are the crackling of bonfires, burnt food sitting around twisting flames. He has forgotten to eat, just as have every man, woman, and child. They wait for a sign from their god, a portent that they are protected and loved by an entity of vast power and might.
They wait…for
you.
What role will you play for mankind ....... ?
cool bananas ... greg

