Picture Prompt for Flash Friday @ http://flashfriday.wordpress.com/
Click the link for rules and to enter your own flash, then read my response below.
The Sea Horse. Photo and sculpture by Jeffro Uitto
No Escape (158 words)
Loraine
always enjoyed her early-morning run along the beach. She ran as her true self.
Her hood fell back, allowing her black tresses to tangle in the wind. With fog
thick around her, she felt safely anonymous on the deserted beach. As she ran,
water droplets clung to her skin, creating iridescent arcs against silvery scales—her
webbed feet left extraordinary marks in the wet sand until the tide swept them
away.
Loraine’s
thoughts were on her promotion. At only thirteen, she had been chosen to join
the most noble of factions—during tonight’s ceremony she would become a member
of the Royal Order of Protectors.
“Crack!” The
sound echoed against the bluffs. Loraine whirled--every muscle tensed. Twenty
yards away stood a driftwood sculpture of a wild mustang. It beckoned. She stepped
closer. Her hair whipped about her shoulders—a warning!
As she dove
under the waves, Loraine realized there would be no escape—she was targeted.
Thank you for reading! Let me know you enjoyed it! Leave a comment or connect with me on Twitter @CharityPaschal2.
No comments:
Post a Comment