Hallstienn veered as hoodlums dived before him. He could take a hit, but not Cireg. He’d escaped with the Cireg and arrived home mostly unscathed, to have children harry him?

Ryann paused, her hand above one word among lines carved into the cavern’s wall. Every test marked it genuine, but it couldn’t be. Stepping back, she bumped against Marin.

Kyn stumbled up the turret’s last steps. She halted against the crenellations but Lanyth was a distant blur already. He was going back.

The glass rattled in the frame as it slammed. Never good. Worse when the house wasn’t your own. Turning, a man stood next to the window. I’d checked. The room’d been empty.

Fog curled around Dijana shrouding her goal and footing. Hands stinging after finding yet another root, mud and grass joined that already dotting her skit and she shoved herself to her feet.

The air crawled into him until the spiced air became his own. Mind drifting with the haze, his head wobbling tracking a plume. He was aware of the chamber’s harsh stone, but only barely.

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write, as part of a group, a flash fiction based on the same short prompt and post the story. I hope you enjoy this week’s contribution. Muck squelched as Ailina trudged through the swamp. If this was the blasted thing was hid, no wonder the amulet was lost.…

Holding the curtain, I glanced below. A man stood at the door, half obscured from my vantage point.

I watched as he sat trembling on bed. 5am already and still he fought sleep. He dreamt every night screaming. He begged every day.