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
evil
Modern Tales
© Ayr/Gray
From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (12/08/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!
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Valley of the Trolls 