I selected the image of the statue near the Firth of Tay in Dundee, Scotland for my prompt this week. I’ve done a twenty-minute sprint and a quick edit. I hope you enjoy.
Bailey sat on the little step at the base of the sculpture by William Longair that looked out over the Tay. He faced the water, taking comfort in the noise of people walking behind him. It was a beautiful day, so there were plenty of people out walking beside the firth. That’s why he’d picked the place. It was outside and usually had a small crowd within shouting distance at the furthest. He knew meeting someone he met online was a risky thing under any circumstances, but he was at least doing it in public where he should be safe and in reach of help if needed. Continue reading
So I’m a week late getting this posted. NaNoWriMo does tend to eat the rest of my life in November. I chose to do the image of the arch and gate from St. Paul’s in Dundee, Scotland as my image prompt for this twenty-minute sprint. I hope you enjoy it.
Dancing Blue Light
Amber walked past the Episcopal church every day on her way home. She liked the architecture. The spires, the arches, and the stonework. There was an arched entryway in the wall off to one side with a gate. There were stairs leading up on the other side of the gate and Amber always wondered where they led. In the dim light of autumn evenings, it all looked mysterious and intriguing. On cold winter nights when it was already dark as she walked home, she could barely make out the stairs on the other side of the gate. There were no lights on that side of the church, and the wall the arch was set into blocked the light from the street lamps.
It was early December when she first saw the light on the stairs. It was a blue-tinged light that seemed to flicker and shift as she gazed through the arch, trying to get a better view around the bars in the gate. She couldn’t figure out where the light was or what was making it. When her fingers started to get stiff from the cold, she headed home. Continue reading
I picked the tree in the Florida state park for my twenty-minute sprint this time. I went in a little bit different direction than my usual. I’d love to hear what you think.
The tree was alone now.
Before there had been others. A forest of them together at the edge where the land met the water.
Time took away the sand and rock they clung to first, and then one by one, the other trees succumbed. They were carried off by well-meaning creatures, or they drifted out on the waves.
The tree was alone now. Continue reading
I chose the North Carolina photo for my prompt this week. I know I took this picture on a trip up to Chimney Rock, but I can’t tell you for sure where it is.
Cary poked his head around the side of the building to see what was in the back. The little half-shed that probably sheltered the water pump made sense. The story-and-a-half high wall with the upside down arch made him stop and stare.
“Cary, don’t go too far,” his sister called. She was supposed to be keeping up with him this week. They were on a road trip through North Carolina with their aunt and two older cousins. Cary, the youngest by three years, wasn’t as thrilled about this as everyone else. He had to sit in the very back of the minivan with no leg room and not much air conditioning.
“I’m just going to look at the backyard,” Cary called back. If she knew he was just behind the building she shouldn’t come looking for him. Continue reading
I selected the image of the butterfly sculpture for my prompt this week. This is a slightly polished up version of my 20 minute sprint inspired by the image. I hope you enjoy it.
Exchange Student to Faery
I knew I was going somewhere like no place else ever.
It didn’t stop me from being completely floored when we stepped through the door and found ourselves not inside another room, but outside on a pathway paved with smooth stones walking toward a short, squat wooden building.
There was a butterfly perched on the edge of the roof.
I thought my eyes were playing tricks, or it was some weird perspective thing, but the closer we got, the more I realized that the butterfly was taller than I was. Bright blue translucent wings flapped slowly as it sat there on the edge of the roof. Its body was a full six feet long, the wings even longer.
“Don’t be alarmed,” my fae guide said as we continued toward the building. “The Winged Ones are completely harmless to humans.” Continue reading