Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Entry #109

The Cup
by R.K. Charron


The Cup, always filled with ever-potent blood-red wine, had changed through the two millennia as it appeared unnoticed upon cluttered tables in celebratory events in hundreds of countries, vanishing just as quietly. None had touched it since it was last set down. Until now.

Jaxon grinned at the bride and groom dancing in the center of the crowd-filled dance floor, lost in each other. He looked around at the fancily-dressed women dimly lit by the ballroom’s chandeliers. With a slight shake of his head, he looked down at his empty glass. Parched, Jaxon noticed the crystal goblet filled with wine to his left. Quickly glancing around at the near-empty table he reached for it. Fingers closing around the chill crystal, he brought it towards him, feeling the strange heft. With a smile, he leaned back, bringing the cup to his lips.

Jaxon tasted the sweet elixir and was suffused with Comfort and Love, like a child being held after a bad dream, which burnt away all his fears and doubts.

Thunderous came the voice in his head, “This is My blood of the covenant.”

Looking around at the revelers, Jaxon could see darkness coating some and white light gleaming from others. He had to rid the soul-stain. He had to give the Message given unto him. He put the Cup down, and stood.

On the table the Cup vanished yet again, un-remarked.

15 comments:

Laurel said...

Really cool take on the Grail.

Hoodie said...

I like the vision it gives him. That's an interesting twist.

What will he do with it now, I wonder.

laughingwolf said...

will he, or won't he?

wrath999 said...

Very nicely done!

alex

Catvibe said...

That is so cool. It really makes me want to follow that cup around until someone actually gives the message, I gotta wonder what would happen! Really enjoyed it.

Catvibe said...

By the way, I like how you capitalized 'Cup'.

The Preacherman said...

Nice style old bean. Very nice indeed.


Four Dinners

JR's Thumbprints said...

... In search of the Holy Grail ...

Here in Detroit, it's the Stanley Cup that we worship, that we cherish.

Aniket said...

Leaves the reader wondering in the end.

Nice and interesting take on the prompt.

BernardL said...

Eerie.

pjd said...

Alas for Jaxon. He has become a prophet, and prophets usually end up wandering the outskirts of the city with their eyes gouged out or something. Poor guy. He Knows, he Sees, he can Save. But he also will be treated like Dirt by many of his current friends.

OK, so blogger offers a creepy verification word right now: unsole

Terri said...

I like the way you changed the style of writing to add to the description of the moment; normal language when he's sitting at the table but then turning suitably biblical at the end. A nice touch.
I have just one question:

And then what...?!

Chris Eldin said...

I really like the mystery this piece promises!

Kurt Hendricks said...

I concur with Laurel and Hoodie. Nice stuff!

jason evans said...

The mystical cup. Like the grail. I hope he completes his quest.

High marks for pacing and technical elements.