“The fence?” Taran waved dismissively, “Follow me, and I’ll show you.”
He led me back through the underground hallway, then through the greenhouse, to the streets outside, to an old church. Inside were several large monitors with live video feeds on them. “The animals monitor the fence, and call us when the Wraiths show up.”
The next morning, Leighla woke me up. “It’s been a long time since you’ve visited Old Phoenix.”
We walked beside the lake a while, then headed inland, to an old, deserted city. That city had thousands of buildings. She led me to a street lined with identical houses, and pointed to one. “Taran lives there.”
Finally! I’ve written part 25 of the serial story I’m working on for Lisa McCourt Hollar‘s #55WordChallenge flash fiction challenge. I’ve been meaning to get back to this for the past couple months. I like the challenge of writing a serial in 55 word chunks, based off of random pictures. It’s fun. 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.
If you wish to read all the parts of the story, they are in order, from most recent to first, here.
The rain broke, leaving the sky filled with white clouds. Alice pulled me to my feet, “I want to show you something.” She lead me to a fountain across the courtyard. Snails were climbing all over it. She extended her hand to the snails. Several touched her fingers with their antenna, and I heard her in my head, “I missed you too.”
One snail moved to the edge of the fountain wall. It looked right at me. Alice smiled, “It’s OK. They don’t bite.” So, I imitated her, extending my hand out to the snails. The snail at the edge of the fountain extended his antenna, grazing my fingertip with them, and I heard a new voice in my head, “You’re new here.”
I jerked my hand away, surprised. The snails shook, rattling their shells, and Alice laughed. I heard her voice again, “His name is Taran.”
The door closed behind us, and Alice kept pulling me along. We were in another hall, that led to a train tunnel. A train was waiting. Alice pulled me into a car, and thought, “Please, sit where you wish.”
I sat next to the doors of the car. The train started moving. “Listen, Alice,” I asked, my voice filling the car, “You’re pretty, so I don’t mind following you, but I’d like to know where we’re going.”
Two voices spoke in my head. One was Alice. I’d never heard the other. I didn’t understand either voice. When the voices stopped, Alice sat down beside me, and spoke, “I’ll tell you where we are going, but first,” she looked at me and smiled. I thought she had a gorgeous smile, stunning eyes, and very kissable lips. “Do you really think I’m pretty?”