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After hours, we reach a portentous vista. The rock face looms high, striated in waves as though scraped violently by some giant’s nails. Above, scraggly pine trees sneer down, sentries threatening any climbers breaching the pocked cliff. Before us, thick bushes could conceal myriad lurking enemies.
Everything centers around a vicious crack in the rock, a triangular cave mouth. The cold, piercing darkness beckons me. I step forward—
I backhanded my cousin’s arm. “Oh, come off it! Are you seriously going to describe everything we pass?”
Berga squinted dramatically, fingering the knife at his belt. Imagining it a sword, no doubt. At his earnest expression, I softened. “It sounded quite heroic. You’re definitely improving. But we’re late, and my wife is scarier than anything in there.”
My companion’s will falters. I dare not advance alone. But, I vow, I shall return.
I chuckled. My fault for traveling with a bard-in-training.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw challenge. Big thanks to Josh and Karen for hosting this fun writing prompt challenge! This week, Pegman takes us Happy Jack, Arizona. What a great name! Click on the link to see the images other writers found, and read the stories they inspired. And feel free to join in!
This week’s story was inspired by having recently finished listening to the fantasy epic Eragon. Just book 1 of the series, mind you, but that was 16 hours. Listening for that long got me into a certain rhythm… The young author of that book never imagined a person, place, or object that he didn’t think worthy of at least a sentence of description — preferably three or five — regardless of whether it was important to the story. (Hint: it almost certainly wasn’t.) I tried writing in that style, but I’m afraid I failed to fully convey it. Maybe a good sign? Or I’m a poor impressionist, either way. Check out my review on Goodreads for my extended opinion.
Extra credit for anyone who gets what I was aiming at with the title of this story.