“Okay. I came back. Shall we start with names?” the man spread his hands and craned his head down to look at her, “Hello?”
Staring into the flickering orange flames, she tried to comprehend what had happened. Trish, her best friend and only confidant, had called the city guard. For Aira’s own good, she had said. As if being imprisoned and beaten until she resembled what her city thought a woman should be would benefit her in the slightest.
Aira ran. She ran as fast as she could, her breath coming in bursts as she tried to direct enough air into her lungs. It would not be enough. Despite her long legs, they were coming for her, and they would catch her.
https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/06/01/june-writing-prompts-2/ I found this prompt difficult, but I really enjoyed writing this. My husband did not enjoy it. He wanted everything to be clear cut black and white. You won't find that here, perhaps. Or maybe, you'll see clearer than him. Enjoy. I certainly did. June 9 Naia stretched, reaching her hands high above her... Continue Reading →
Took me 4 days to finish this. I just have been procrastinating and watching too much Grace and Frankie. I gotta get into a routine... Here it is! 5. The shadows crept along as the night grew old. The shadows crept along as the night grew old. A young man, clad in black, stood under... Continue Reading →