#ThursThreads, 26 April 2012

[Author’s note : Each week, on Thursday, @SiobhanMuir graciously hosts a Flash Fiction event on her blog. Having never tried Flash Fiction in my life, when my friend and fellow survivor of NaNoWriMo 2011, @janiecrouch invited several of us NaNos to participate the week she was the judge, I decided why not. And I’ve been hooked. These Flash Fiction challenges are great fun to me, and push me into writing words I would never have written on my own. I’ve been asked by several people that know me to share the FlashFiction entries I write, here, where they can find them. So, that’s what I’m doing. I’ll put the entries up, one at a time, as I get to them. And at the start of each, I’ll leave a link to the actual entries of the #ThursThreads challenge, so that you may read all the other entries from that week. I have encountered some truly grand writing, and truly grand writers as a result of this baby step I’ve taken into the world of Flash Fiction. And I’m very thrilled that @SiobhanMuir has provided this opportunity each week. On that note, here’s the promised link to the entries from Thursday, 26 April 2012. Happy reading, everyone.

Mark]

 

“Sword, what is this place?” Rose asked, as we stepped from the trees, into the ruins. I took her hand. Relishing the way it felt in mine. The softness of her skin. The warmth of her palm. The way her graceful fingers laced through mine.

I walked forward, and she walked with me. I’d always come to this place alone.But I wanted her to see it. I would have no secrets from her.

There were strange things there, I know she’d never seen. The ruins were like some kind of grid. Made of big squares, separated by big walkways. There were the remains of huge castles everywhere. But they were not like any castles I knew of. The biggest castles were no more than four stories tall. But there were castles here that had more than 20 stories.

The walkways had once been clear of vines, and trees. Wrecks of four wheeled carriages were scattered everywhere. Vines climbed over and through the wrecks.

I lead Rose to to a building I knew of, stopping to look at her. Her strawberry blond hair. Her blue eyes. The curve of her neck. I reached up, and brushed her hair out of her face, back behind an ear. My fingers had never felt so alive. I wanted to stand there forever.

“We’re here.” I spoke. “What’s inside will change everything you know about the world that we live in.”

It was time to show her the machines.

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