“Two-Minute Tuesdays” are a series of micro-stories written in five minutes or less. Consider them “public practice,” like that guy who shoots free throws in the park. Prompts are supplied at the bottom in case you want to try your own hand at one of them.
A Heated Scene
“It’s a sign,” the priestess said, “it’s got to be.” The volcano roared it’s approval behind her.
Or at least, that’s what Olaf thought she said. He didn’t speak the language, really, and he was distracted by the rough surface of the rock he was tied to.
A circle of loincloth-clothed warriors loudly rejected her interpretation of the unprecedented solar eclipse. Olaf was much more sure of the meaning behind their yells.
The priestess sighed and turned back to Olaf. “I can do no more. They will not listen.”
A more philosophical man than Olaf may have marveled at the capacity of humanity to regress from thinking beings to an angry mob in the face of fear and superstition. In Olaf’s mind, though, there was no contest–the temperature continued to increase and his full attention was focused on the surging pool of lava rising to meet their precarious perch.
The chief rose to his feet and pushed the priestess out of the way. “You die now, fat man!”
(Prompt: Use the words “sign,” “rock,” “reject,” “can,” “regress,” “contest,” “increase,” and “rose” in order in a story.)