Taran laughed. “You’re one of Jessica’s descendants. The Horde kidnapped you when you were an infant.”
“It broke Alice’s heart.”
He took me to his garden, to a tree with a broken heart drawn on it.
“She drew that. Years ago. I promised her I’d find you.” He closed his eyes. “And I have.”
This is Part 29 of the serial story I’m working on for Lisa McCourt Hollar‘s #55WordChallenge flash fiction challenge. Please, go read all the other entries in the challenge this week.
The entire story, from Part 29 to Part 1, is located here.
The eagles asked me to take Alice to a second place. As I did, Alice pulled me to a stop. “I can’t.”
I took both her hands in mine. “Why?”
“You don’t know, do you?”
I softly touched her cheek with my fingertips, as I closed my eyes. Alice pressed my hand against her face. And I saw her memories. She stood in the small glade the eagles told me about. She was much younger. I saw her speaking to a butterfly, her eyes closed, as she listened to the stories it shared with her.
I saw members of the horde pour through the walls of the glade, destroying it. I learned what they’d done to Alice that day. When she was just a child.
I’d seen enough. I kissed her. I held her.
“Alice. It’s time for things to change.”
She kissed me. “I’ve looked for you so long.”
This is part 27 in the continuing story I’m working on for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge.
If you wish to read the entire tale, you can find it, starting with Part 27, running back to Part 1, here.
I did not sleep that night. I watched over Alice. Something wouldn’t let me sleep. Something told me I had to protect her.
During the night I heard the cats of Old Phoenix, yowling. In my mind, they screamed. I reached for my knives, still in my boots. The door to the church opened, slowly, silently. Three men stood there.
The cats screamed, “The Horde!”
I didn’t wait. I threw my knives, and two of the three men died. The third turned, and ran. I chased him through the streets of Old Phoenix, to the lake. He didn’t take the boardwalk. He dove into the lake, going under the boardwalk. I followed as he race into the lake, where he reached a boat with more men. They pulled him aboard, and quickly left.
I returned to the church, where Alice waited for me.
This is part 24 in the continuing story I’m working on for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge.
The old woman smiled. A far younger woman stepped out of her. “I’ll take you to Alice.”
“Who are you?”
“Cynthia. Your grandmother.”
I followed her along a walkway, beside a road. It started to rain as we walked. She pulled an umbrella from her waist and began to run. “Quickly, Flint! The horde comes!”
This is part 17 of the serial story I’m working on for Lisa McCourt Hollar‘s #55WordChallenge flash fiction challenge. Please, go read all the other entries in the challenge this week. It’s flat amazing what gifted writers can say in just 55 words.