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by • 2024-11-14 • Flash FictionComments (0)

Oshana Means Friendship

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People of all kinds lived throughout the highlands of Oshana in harmony. Until the Lancasters arrived. From their tiny house perched on the highest of hills, their thunderous arguments could be heard from every peak to valley, so acerbic they were said to be able to spoil fresh milk.

Living near them definitely poisoned something. The sweet old couple, the Mitchells, publicly bickered for the first time in their decades of marriage. The Uptons, still within the honeymoon of their relationship, became cold to one another. Even Tony the pubkeep became surly with the folk who came into his establishment.

Finally, the local theater troupe, unable to hold their outdoor spring festival due to the raucous arguments, built a backdrop of the town to surround the Lancasters’ tiny hilltop home. They silently put up lights and painted blue sky into place, sealing it tight all together as they whispered carefully to one another.

The Lancasters were so busy arguing they never noticed.

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