The Passover
Short story inspired by Exodus 10:21 - 12:28 The Passover The Prince The horses thundered beneath him, their hooves kicking up a storm of dust as The Prince leaned into the chariot’s momentum. The wind rushed past his face, carrying with it the mingled scents of the Nile, water, life, and the faint tang of reeds swaying at the river’s edge. He glanced to his left, noting how the sunlight reflected off the water in shimmering waves. It was as though the river itself celebrated with him, alive with movement. Fish darted below the surface, herons stretched their wings, and the banks were lush and green, reclaiming their vibrancy. The gods had shown their favor here, restoring the life that had been taken when the locusts descended. He tightened his grip on the reins, his thoughts brushing briefly against the barrenness he had seen farther from the Nile’s embrace. Trees stripped bare, their fruit stolen, and fields left cracked and desolate....