Nothing stood out about the residence to Tobias Rowntree. Bright bay windows sheltered beneath the steep roof, offering an excellent view of the street. Perfectly normal for Adenaros’ wealthier district.
But not.
Halfway
Lonnie Downs watched Aries station sync with Vega. Tugging his dress shirt’s collar, he recalled when Aries and Vega stations had last synched.
A Spirit’s Due
Wednesday has come around again and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction. As if the myriad of fingers pointed my direction weren’t enough accusation, Tobias ensured it remained abundantly clear I had ordered the ghosts by blurting out as much. I crossed my arms and glowered at Tobias. Would that my displeasure could…
Out to Hunt
“People die hunting that gemstone.” The drawer closed with the same amount of finality as Halline shoved it closed in exasperation at her aunt’s warning. Rounding, she pressed the armload of tunics and trousers to her chest. A poor shield, but the best she had.
Trickling Time
I didn’t know what I’d had begun when in the very late hours of the day I began my flash fiction blog. That fateful choice occurred 10 years ago to the day. This year, however, instead of posting it just before the days end, I bring you a special anniversary story just after midnight.
And Yet
Armor clanked as the legion marched through the streets of the Fralione capital. Tridane stood in a doorway, hidden in shadow and yet as vulnerable as any watching from windows, doorways, and balconies.
Back Again
Kayd halted within the keep’s doors. The commander paused at the opposite end of the courtyard and scowled in Kayd’s direction.
Magical Dearth
The Calhoun Council wisely allowed Howden and myself to speak to Marston, grand master of the arcane, on their behalf. They would’ve been wiser if I’d spoken alone.
Snow Bound
Paliace sat before the hearth attempting to ignore Na’dern as he paced the small confines of the waypoint. Pacing which forced her to remain uncomfortably close to the flames. She could not fault the design of the point for heat retention. She could barely tell the white out conditions continued.
Trust Unearned
Red heard the quiet pop as Cydric munched on the small fruit and collapsed casually onto the chair. He glanced at Red. “You’re unsure whether or not to trust him,” he said equally casually as he flicked his gaze toward where Aerim had disappeared into the halls.
