Idol: Fantasy

The idol glowed from within, a bilious glow emanating from its green Buddha belly. Sheila covered her eyes with a black cloth. Nothing could be seen through it except for the faintest of green glows. She reached out to the idol, praying that her sensei had been right about the gloves being strong enough to protect her from its influence. She felt as though she had lost her fingers. She simply couldn't feel them anymore, not from the instant that she touched the idol. She bit her lip and pretended that she knew what she was doing, that she could still move her fingers in exactly the same sway as she lifted the idol and slid it into the silk-lined bag that had been doused in holy water and blessed by a rabbi before it was tied off with the ceremonial cords.

Inspiration: Ah, I was thinking, "What's easy?" Pulpy fantasy is easy!
Story Potential: Medium-low.
Notes: The mix of religions is interesting. I'm thinking she works for a non-denominational all-faith non-profit evil-averting organization. That could be kind of fun to write, but it's still nothing that particularly compells me.