Flash Fiction: The Ritual

I watched in mild amusement as Rayna read her list:
            Rose water, check
            matches, Check.

She then urged me to shut my eyes unless “you don’t mind seeing what you cant un-see” she joked.
I opened them to find Rayna wrapped in two pieces of Ankara cloth. One around her chest and the other covering her waist to mid-thigh. She raised a finger to her lips motioning me to silence- The ritual had begun.

Rayna encircled “the guitar” with salt and ginger powder. Next, she sprinkled rose water on it seven times and finally, she lighted the matches and set It to flames. The embers rose, dancing wildly as a grim smile formed on Rayna’s face.
            “There!” She exclaimed “I’m rid of the devilish thing.”

“Where on earth did you get this idea from?” I asked, curious.
“Well, Google of course.” She replied causally, adding “you can find out anything on there”.

“Uh-huh”, I nodded. Wondering what on earth the world was turning into.

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word count: 165 words. This story is in response to flash fiction for aspiring writers photo prompt challenge hosted by Priceless Joy where we are given a photo each week and are required to write a 75-175 words story on it. You’re welcome to join the fun, simply click on the highlighted link above. Thank you Pixabay for this week’s photo.