I selected the image of a snowy Dundee, Scotland for my twenty-minute sprint this week and decided to bring back a character from my A to Z story from April while I was at it.
Uriel landed on the stoop of number seven. Once again he’d been sent down to the world of men to find someone. Glancing down at himself, he’d even been given the same physical form as his last trip. That was unusual. Michael had said it was four years later, as the human’s tracked it, then his last trip.
He’d been sent with very different clothing this time. He had long, warm pants, a thick shirt, and a heavy jacket that hung down to his knees. It was considerably colder than last time. Uriel concentrated and took a brief step out of time so that he wouldn’t be visible to those moving about on the street. Michael had told him that he should wait at the door to number seven until it’s occupant returned home. Uriel thought it would be best to allow them to have a chance to go inside before Uriel knocked on the door rather than surprising them on their own stoop.
It was early evening, and the snow was falling gently through the air to settle over everything. Continue reading
It’s the Second Friday of the Month, so today is an Image Prompt day.
I’ve included two images to work from. Pick one (or both if you’re feeling ambitious) and write something inspired by the image. You can use something in the image, the feeling it invokes, or whatever the image makes you think of.
If you write a piece and end up posting it somewhere online, please link back to it here on a comment so we can all enjoy it too.
I’ll be posting my own piece next week.
I selected the Scotland picture for my 20 minute sprint this month. This went in an interesting direction that’s a little outside my normal range. I hope you enjoy it.
If you’re looking for my A to Z blog post for the day, stop by after 1pm and check out what I’ve selected as the strange thing for the letter M.
Watching the Skies:
The clouds hung low over the mountains. It had already been drizzling earlier in the day and the weather didn’t look to be improving anytime soon.
I glanced down at the fuel gage. We were getting low again. We still had several gallons stored at the back of the little bus we’d managed to acquire, but there was no telling when we’d find another location that still had fuel. It was getting harder and hard to buy it, even up here were there were still some functional refineries and wells.
I turned my attention back to the passenger section. I’d been nominated as look out since I had such good vision, which meant I was in the little jump seat that used to be used by a tour guide. Half the people on the bus were asleep. We were just trying to get them to the university. There was some project up there that was supposed to help turn things around again.
I wasn’t sure if we’d make it. The low hanging clouds made for easy places to hide. We still weren’t sure if the attacking planes were coming from a foreign country or from further afield. I wasn’t one to believe in things like extraterrestrials, but there were a lot of rumors. Continue reading