Naia was sure there was some kind of trap hidden in this peaceful looking field of cartoonishly perfect mushrooms–little red and green-blue toadstools with white spots, lovely frilled gills, and jaunty stalks. Their tops glittered suspiciously with golden dew in the early morning light.
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The eyebrow stayed raised while she stared at him, letting his question hang unanswered in the air between them.
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It’s not hard to get used to the dark. In the beginning, your eyes miss the light, but no darkness is perfect. It took three days before I acclimated to the absence of light, and in that time, another child was taken.
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By the time her brain caught up with her body, she was already in motion and momentum had taken hold.
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She remained still and silent until the sun rose over the lip of the valley and made all the ghost apples glitter like stars in the light.
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They measured their hope in brittle silences, shattered to pieces by the tolling of the bell.
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There’s a special word for the murder of a king. Even their deaths must be held to a different esteem, though in the end, they rot just like everyone else.
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He brewed a honeysuckle mead that tasted like sunshine and green grass and languid afternoons. He made an apple cider that made you think of bonfire smoke and falling leaves.
When the weather changes to fall, I start thinking about all the foods I’ve been missing all summer. Plus I was hungry when I wrote it, so the flash piece this morning was very, very food-centric.
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Your death should be like your life… Uniquely You!
“I don’t know,” Seph said from behind her. “Doesn’t it seem a little too… upbeat?”
“Is it the exclamation point?” Iris sat back on her heels and tilted her head, studying the sign.
“I mean, it’s kind of all of it. But the exclamation point doesn’t help.”
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Back from Nashville! Our little trip was excellent. Food, drinks, Clank! for all. Upon our return, it felt gloriously like fall, so I am ecstatic.
Also, look at this ice cube. Isn’t is COOL? (Pun not intended, but I’m leaving it in there.) It’s made with chlorophyll somehow. I’m loving cocktails with herbs right now.
Cocktails these days are so IMPRESSIVE.
This is the rosemary contrary from AVO. If you go to this restaurant, get the kimchi spring rolls if they still have them. I don’t know what all was in it, but it was one of the most delicious things. (The website says “kimchi cashew blend,” and I don’t know exactly what that means, but I also don’t care because it was TASTY.) The sauce that came with it was great too. Actually, all the sauces at that restaurant were lovely.
Anyway.
This is where my numbering diverges from the Inktober numbering since I skipped Inktober #4-6. So, this is a snippet from my fourth flashfictober piece, but with the 7th Inktober prompt. Is that more, less, or the same amount of confusing as I think it is? (How confusing is that question?)
Here’s your snippet:
Viv cleared her throat and neatly sidestepped the withering glance tossed her way.
Possibly I should try to post snippets that give you more of an idea of plot, but eh.
How’s your October going?
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