Flash Fiction

The little people lived in the boule of a tree. Their home is festooned with artifacts taken from everyone within striking distance. The little people have a god, he is called O’Dan. They stole him from the big people. They keep him chained high in their tree. Whenever things are bad, they climb the tree to worship him. When times are good the little people ignore him.

There was the time when the tree was almost overrun with the Greater European Wood Weevil. O’Dan the god, suggested, after a lot of worshipping, that the weevil would be good roasted with some butter. The little people ate well for a month. O’Dan was just relieved that they had stopped hitting him.

The little people understood very little but managed to get by.