Photo credit: Jelynnc
Olasq spotting her was an accident. What happened next wasn’t.
She twirled in the clearing, moonlight soaking into pale skin. Olasq snuck closer, dagger held out, grabbing hand readied.
She stopped, facing him. “You came to dance?”
Olasq saw cloudy eyes. Blind, he thought: a poor witness.
He sniggered. “Don’t struggle, and I won’t hurt you. Much.”
Her eyes spewed blinding light, hurling him backwards, into the shadows’ arms. He was jerked around, dangling feet drawing circles in the dirt, screaming soundlessly.
She resumed the ritual.
They found Olasq babbling, drooling, unable to explain. And evermore, terrified of the moon.
Word count: 100. Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers flash fiction challenge. Big thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting, and to Dale Rogerson for providing this week’s original prompt photo, below. Click on the link above to post your own story, and to read everyone else’s!
Photo © Dale Rogerson
I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted, or visited some of my favorite pages. I’ve been busy with birthday celebrations and other social activities, including my sister visiting and lots and LOTS of cooking and eating. It was wonderful to enjoy so much time with friends and family, but I’m looking forward to getting back to a little more quiet reading and writing time now!