“I’m going to the ampitheatre.” Bhoudi stamped her foot. “I have to, if I’m to be saved.”
“We should go with her. What if the end of the world is nigh?” Bhoudi smiled her thanks to her mother. She didn’t expect the appocalypse but she did want to see Krishnamurti, walk on water. She looked at her father.
“Alright. We’ll all go.” They walked to the river and joined the throng of Theophisists chanting and praying in the temple. The non-believers mocked.
Suddenly the water smoothed. A mushroom cloud rolled in. The insults stopped. Bhoudi smiled. “Krishnamurti! I am saved.”
For other Friday Fictioneers
Historical note: Krishnamurti severed his ties with Theosophy in the 1920s and Theosophosists deny they ever expected him to enter Sydney Harbour walking on water. My Auntie Bhoudi, a theosophist, joined the throngs down by the harbour waiting for him to arrive.