His hand trembled, a bead of sweat
Rolled down his temple
Traced his jaw line
And yet
He had to try.
Lifting his head, he catches the scent
Of bergamot tea
Oranges, sun
Locked in
He cannot run.
Minute Minuet
dystopia
Dystopic June
© Ayr/Gray
From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge(09/29/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!
The men waiting outside the gate varied in height and weight, age and attractiveness. They stomped and shivered, pulling at the unkempt grass beneath their feet, sometimes picking out a long, seeded stalk to place in between their trembling lips. Some gave the others the side-eye when high-pitched shrieks erupted from the nearby woods, others chuckled and rubbed their hands, while still others kept their eyes on the ground, having already cased the competition and found themselves lacking. They’d been here before, some several times. Continue reading
Face at the Window (FlashNano Day 12)
Image: Chippewa Valley news in WI
It was strange, that face, so familiar, yet not quite what he’d grown accustomed to seeing night after night. The nose was long, almost touching the sharp chin. The mouth was a straight slash, except where it turned down at its edges. And lately, it had been turning down at its edges more often than not. Continue reading
Valley of the Trolls 