He hadn’t been known as Sven since he was a boy. His father hadn’t been that imaginative in names and once he’d been old enough, he’d gotten rid of the name.
Spreading
Examiner Arndt Elias stuffed his hands in his pockets eying the tree. The oak was like the other four town’s trees. The bark lacked dull wood tones and instead sparkled in the late sun.
Did We Survive the Day
Hello, did we survive the day?
Oh, my friend, it’s too soon to say
For dreams and visions still abound
A quiet mind I’ve not yet found
Oh, my friend, it’s too soon to say
For dreams and visions still abound
A quiet mind I’ve not yet found
Searching
The wind whistled as Lelia stood at the entrance to a cavern. The utter silence of the chamber told her she was too late. She lowered her bow and walked into the chamber.
Subject to Interpretation
I looked at the man across the alter from me and frowned. He fit every iota of the prophecy Gram Heida had bestowed upon me to save the kingdom. Turning away Stefrov, I looked over the crowd to gran standing at my shoulder and tugging on my gown like a child ignored two seconds. “What do you mean he isn’t the one.”
Notice
Perdyn winced as the guard’s voice carried. Far enough, in fact, two more guards poked out at the ruckus. They meandered more with curiosity than alarm. Perdyn couldn’t she afford for them to get too inquisitive. She turned her horse returning the guards’ attention to her. Shrugging, her cloak slipped over one shoulder.
Keys
Her quill hovered about the parchment as she blinked and looked up at me. “You’re Betty?” she repeated.
“Yes,” I said. “Would you tell Rankin I am here?”
Halt
Perdyn frowned. Torches burned illuminating the makeshift gate barring the path. This would complicate things. “You didn’t mention the checkpoints.” Caldar had turned to glower at her as they slowed their horses.
Breath for Breath
She was there. Buried beneath wires, but it was her. I ignored those gathered and floated to her bed. “Liana.” I placed my hand on her foot.
Her eyes fluttered opened, blinking a few times before she focused on me. “You came.” She smiled wearily.
The Price
Happy Independence Day! However, you celebrate today I hope you make it a great one. This 4th of July I am celebrating with an extra, longer flash fiction for the week. Sometimes freedom has to be worked for and there’s always a cost. Kira stumbled. Her knees sunk into the snow as the cold bite…
