Welcome to the Weekend Writing Warriors challenge. My hope is that over the next six months you’ll see either a nice & tidy 8-10 sentence flash fiction story or an excerpt from a piece I’m working on (like the one below). Check out other writers at the link above and the Weekend Writing Warriors twitter #8sunday. After this snippet you can find earlier links to this story. This piece is entitled “Castille’s Stone.”
Elise’s sitting room is quiet. The occupied St. Andrew’s cross in one of the corners clued me in that this room is sound proof. I strained to listen for the revelers outside the door. Nothing. If we screamed; and knowing the True Fae there may be reason to scream, no one would hear us.
“So, now you know I’m not playing. I want that spell,” Elise said, running a cat o’ nine tails down the chest of the man on the cross.
“I told you I’d think about it. No need to kidnap us,” I reasoned.
I heard Porsche swear before my eyes could focus on the de-hooded man on the cross.
“Fucking, Liam,” I groaned; this night is getting worse than I thought it could get.