If cloud dreams came true, then I’d be there with you, in our own little home in the sky.
– Popular song, early Pyanni period
Photo credit: Mike Powell
The clouds piled heavy over the city. Linsalla saw her husband’s face in one.
If only she had realized, helped him sooner.
The cloud morphed into her father. She chided herself. All those years of Guild school, training her mind so rigorously, yet her imagination still bested her.
The clouds grew abnormally quickly, unnaturally purple.
Alarm bells rang in her head, then across the city.
Linsalla almost ran to the Guild before remembering her expulsion.
Only five remained—servants, friends—whom she had not destroyed or dismayed. Those, she would protect.
With her life.
“To the cellar! We’re under attack.”
Word count: 100
Linsalla is the main character in my novel, “The Curse of Corwallen Manor.” I keep writing all these flash fiction pieces that have absolutely nothing to do with my novel, and worry that I’m giving my readers the wrong idea! And then I write this, which also doesn’t happen in the novel. But it could have.
Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneer’s challenge. Thanks as always to our fairy blog-mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields! See the original photo prompt below, and click here to see the other stories or to post your own.
Photo © Emmy L Gant