Good morning. Often on Fridays
Sandra Bunino and I post a Flash Fiction Friday post on Facebook to allow authors and writers a chance at free promo. How does this work? All you have to do is write 200 words around a prompt and post it in the comments section of the Flash post under the photo.
Today I wrote my 200 words from an upcoming WIP entitled In Death's Shadow, but these words are a continuation of an entry to another flash challenge put on by
Cara Michaels, #WIPFlash. Cara's challenge had several prompts to work with and when I wrote these 495 for her, I used prompts
- "this just sucks"
- "no justification"
- an unusual winter
- the photo
I continued the scene for today's
#FBFlashFicFri promo spot on Sandra Bunino's page. So first here is the photo and the 495 words from Cara's challenge, followed by the snippet I wrote for today's promo.
The
weather had worsened as the day wore on and Maia swore she’d never seen snow as
deep or as constant as they’d experienced this winter. Great time to travel looking for someone. This just sucks. For all we
know she could be buried out there under the drifts.
Maia
had no idea where they’d gone after they’d left the forest and started to
climbing. Her attention had been centered on the constant drag of her skirts
through the snow and the bone-breaking chill. She only knew they’d arrived
somewhere when she ran into Quinn’s snow-shrouded back.
“Oh,
sorry.” Maia raised her gaze from the unrelenting white and gaped.
Gray
veined walls of marble mirrored the Cliffside, so well camouflaged she could
barely make out the outline of the door. Snow flurries disguised the odd
scrollwork on the portal and an eerie feeling skittered down her back as Quinn
grasped the hidden latch and yanked. Despite the air of abandonment, the door
swung open on silent hinges.
“Inside,
now.”
He
didn’t have to tell her twice. She trudged past him and he pulled the door
shut, closing them in a deafening silence. Not even the scream of the wind cut
the thick quiet. The air smelled stale and dry as if the door hadn’t been
opened in unmeasured time.
“Where
are we?”
Her
voice echoed and Quinn struck a match, the hiss bouncing off the vaulted
ceiling.
“It
appears to be a sepulcher.”
Maia
swallowed against bile as she took in the hideous construction before her.
Skulls and limb bones of humans created a macabre chandelier and garlands
around the ceiling. Four pillars topped by cherubs drew supplicants toward an
altar in an alcove. A single angel stood upon a carved pedestal bearing a
trumpet and a sword.
“Gods
above, this place is creepy.”
“There’s
no justification for that assessment.”
Maia
swung toward Quinn with surprise. “What do you mean ‘no justification’?” She
waved at the morbid décor. “Those are human skulls. They were people once.”
Quinn
shrugged, his expression serene. “They’re dead. The soul has long fled and
they’re nothing but bones. No vengeful spirits, no walking dead. Just old bones
gathering dust. Quite peaceful, actually.”
He’s
lost his mind.
He
caught her look and raised his eyebrows. “Certainly better than being out in
the howling wind.”
“I’m
not convinced of that.” She glanced up at the bone chandelier. “Who do you
think built this place and…that?”
“Have
you done no research of this world, Princess?”
“I’ve
been a lamp, remember?”
“And
enlightenment didn’t come with it?”
Maia
stared at him and he cracked one of his rare smiles. “You know, you should be
careful. If you start making more jokes, you could be in danger of becoming
friendly.”
“We
wouldn’t want that.” Quinn lit a torch resting in a sconce on the wall.
Maia
huffed a laugh. “Definitely not.” Then her levity died. “Ugh. Are those rib
bones on the arch?”
“Yes.”
“Lovely.”
For today's prompt, Sandra posted "struggling to take a deep breath."
Maia wrapped her arms tighter around her own ribs. “This place gives me the creeps.”
Quinn
sighed. “This was the only place out of the wind and snow for shelter on the
path you led us. So tell me, Princess, where are we going? Do you sense the
Dryad queen here?”
Maia closed her eyes and opened her senses, struggling
to take a deep breath without inhaling the scent of musty bones. The old sepulcher
shimmered before her mind’s eye in an iridescent rainbow of colors. That’s odd. She’d never seen anything
like it before in all the times she’d “looked” for the Dryad queen.
Turning
slowly in a circle, Maia searched the glittering room and stumbled to a stop.
She wanted to shield her inner eye from the searing glare of white light
flooding through an arched doorway to her left and raised her hand to her
closed eyes.
“Through
there.” She waved vaguely in the direction of the archway, but hitched a breath
as Quinn walked through her vision.
Instead
of dirty white robes with bristling weapons slung around him, Quinn shone brilliant red and gold of power and courage. Sparkles of white and
green flashed throughout his form, showing honor and…love? Surprise made her
stumble again and “fell” out of her senses to stare after his fading
silhouette.
My assassin is in love?
She’d never thought the man could feel anything, though she’d seen flashes of
humor.
Thanks so much for stopping by and be sure to visit the #FBFlashFicFri today to read other authors' promo pieces. You might find some new things to read. :)
He yelped as Julianna
stomped down on his instep, twisting in his arms. Then she shoved his shoulders
back against the wall and slammed her knee into his groin. He collapsed,
panting and groaning, when the irresistible scent of the desert rain penetrated
her adrenaline rush.
