Here’s my entry for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers photo challenge. Thanks to Priceless Joy for organizing the challenge, and to Dawn M. Miller for the photo prompt! Click here for the rules and to see the other writers’ stories (click on the blue frog).
Hyla heard a thump ahead. Creeping around the corner, she saw something. Small, lumpy, questionable. Fallen from the temple sky-bridge, must be.
She slowly looked up through her fingers. Dangerous to stare into the brightness. The magic might seep inside through your eyes.
Shapes were struggling on the bridge. Yelling. She turned away. Heathens. Better to not see.
Hyla was stuck. Walking under the bridge was curse-calling as is. Now the bridge had thrown this… thing… blocking her path.
A sizzling crackle drew her gaze upwards, unbidden.
Flashes. Screams. The bridge wavered. It was fading! Hyla gasped, but already it had solidified, normal again. Well, normal for it.
Hyla harrumphed. Looming overhead like that was bad enough. Dropping things and crackling and threatening to disappear? That was just rude-on-rotten.
She pulled her cart around, grunting, and headed back. If the karna wanted these potatoes, he could come get them himself.
Note of confession — the other writers of the FFfAW correctly identified the object(s) on the path under the bridge. With my poor screen resolution and poor eyesight, I couldn’t tell what it was and thought it looked mysterious. And I’m sticking to that story because it makes better sense for, well, my story.