The Jade Oracle

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

No prizes for guessing who it was that inspired this one.

Cover image: pixabay.com.

The Jade Oracle

The man sat in the shadows. The room was dim but it was obvious to the Caster of the Stones that his visitor was trying for anonymity. Perhaps he didn’t realize how easily distinguishable his voice was. Even at not much above a whisper, the Caster knew he was in the company of who, in his country, would pass as being the nearest to royalty.

Besides, even if the voice had not been broadcast across the world so many multitudes of times, the man had been informed. The Caster would play along, pretend not to have noticed. He would toss the fragments of jade and would ‘read’ their message. That was, after all, what he had been paid handsomely to do.

The pieces of jade would appear to be just that to anyone but him. Only he could interpret their markings and their meaning.

“What would you like to ask of the stones?” The Caster bit back on the word ‘Sir’, reminding himself that although correct, inside this room it would be completely inappropriate.

“I need to know what to do. Many countries are behaving one way but, to me, this seems wrong. My mind is telling me to ignore the pressure and go my own way, but lives and public opinion depend on me making the right call.”

“So, you want the stones to tell you whether to follow your head?” The Caster was quite used to simplifying statements.

The man nodded, mumbled his agreement.

The Caster of the Stones picked up the fragments of jade. He would go through the motions even though he knew what he would say. He let the blue-green gemstones fall onto the cloth, frowned while he let the ‘message’ become clear.

Finally, he looked up and gave a deep sigh. “The stones show much inner conflict, but they say that you indeed know what’s for the best. Follow your head.”

“Even if, by doing so, many lives might be lost.” The man did not bother to hide his voice, now that the blame for his actions could be laid somewhere other than at his feet.

“So the stones say.”

“Very well. Thank you, my friend. You have relieved me of a huge burden.”

Once alone, the Caster of the Stones turned and tapped just once on a hidden door. It opened and another extremely well-dressed man stepped inside.

“I trust you heard.”

“I did indeed. Very convincing, I must say. Tell me, what did the pieces of jade really say.”

“In simple terms, each and every piece screams out: ‘Don’t do it!’

“Well, you did, and he will. I suspect he would have done even if you hadn’t told him to, but at least he can go bleating about how it wasn’t his fault. Be ready to leave tomorrow. There’s a nice isolated little island just waiting, with all luxuries provided. Only when he has hung himself by his actions will we return and then I will step into his shoes.”


Submitted: March 29, 2020

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Mike S.

I castor my vote for excellent, Hull--woo!

Sun, March 29th, 2020 7:05pm

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Thanks, Mike!

Sun, March 29th, 2020 12:24pm

Vance Currie

Yep, not hard to guess, Hully. I think this is what you would call a parable--often told with animals as characters (according to my dictionary). That figures.

Sun, March 29th, 2020 7:06pm

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Haha! Thanks, Joe!

Sun, March 29th, 2020 12:23pm

moa rider

Ah the wily oracle! Bears out the oracle's wise saying, 'Politics is a dirty game.' Usianguke

Sun, March 29th, 2020 8:57pm

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Haha! Yep, never trust a politician. Thanks, Moa.

Mon, March 30th, 2020 1:25pm

Sue Harris

Oh yes, let's hope he hangs himself! Nice one, Hully!

Mon, March 30th, 2020 7:13pm

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Thanks, Sue!

Mon, March 30th, 2020 1:24pm

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