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A promise made (Friday Fictioneers)

August 23, 2018

PHOTO PROMPT © Carla Bicomong

 

Flames danced, alive and desperate. Already consuming the very thing that gave it form. The light frame bucked in my fingers, desperate to take off. I forced it into submission. Waiting my turn. Watching the offerings of the ones who came before.

Tears and deep breaths, utterings and murmured promises.

I gave mine up with no ceremony. Mine was not a gift. Not a prayer. Not a life.

Mine was full of hate. I did make a promise though. Vengeance would come.

 

The next day I left. All of my savings given for purchase off world. The hunt was on.

 

 

This is a Friday Fictioneers Prompt

Word Count: 100

 

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23 Comments
  1. I loved the image of the flames consuming what gave them form

  2. Gotta think this one through. Nice job, Laurie.

  3. The start of an epic saga.

  4. I like that you have us thinking.. wondering what exactly he/she is after…

  5. Dear Laurie,

    I wonder whom she’s going after. Full of emotion and questions. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  6. Are you using this as the beginning of a sci-fi story? Certainly would be an excellent hook–I know I want to read more!

  7. A wonderfully determined voice. And a great attention grabbing story, making us wonder what has passed before, and what comes next!

  8. Beautiful description of the flames, the bucking lantern. Full of determination. Not the least bit sentimental. You leave us wondering who lives “off world” and for what slight is she willing to risk all, and avenge herself?

  9. There’s so much emotion. Leaves you wondering what will happen next.

  10. A very aggressive unhappy voice comes through in this story. Great take on the picture.

  11. Oh this is good, and so different. Wishing on revenge and sending off one’s hatred. I hope it doesn’t backfire for the narrator.

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