C. M. Fritzen’s Life and Works
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Aira felt her heart flutter, and her stomach jump as she looked. There, in the shadow of the trees, were figures carrying crossbows and spears. Some even had purple and teal glowing lights around their hands, obviously readying Nightforce to use against Tal and Aira should they prove hostile.
The blast from Aira’s hand met a light blue shield that sprang up around three armed creatures.
“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 →
C. M. Fritzen’s Life and Works 