“The great sage sat in penance of the most severe kind for a great many years. He did not break it even through torrents of rain, the harshest of heat or the most freezing cold. Pleased by his persistence, God appeared before him.
‘I am pleased with your penance. Ask for any three wishes and they will be granted.’
‘Oh Lord! I am forever humbled that you chose to appear before a lowly being like me. I cannot thank you enough. I do not seek three wishes. I only need one.’ he submitted meekly.
‘Ask so it may be granted.’
‘I wish to be immortal. But I have no desire to be a human anymore. I wish to be in a place close to you, always within your sight.’
‘So be it’ He granted.
That’s the tale of this tree. They say this is at least 500 years old – as old as the temple. Everyone coming here to worship the Lord also worships the tree. It is supposed to calm the mind and slowly encourage detaching from earthly worries to seek the Lord.” finished the guide.
“How fascinating!” I replied, turning to worship the tree.
Flash fiction in response to Weekend Writing Prompt hosted by the lovely Sammi Cox.
This week’s prompt: Prose Challenge – Tell us a story about “three wishes” in 200 words
PS: This story is entirely fictional.