FLASH FICTION!
Here's the simple offering this week, not quite 1,000 words. Enjoy, and don't forget to check out the other flashers!
Thick green leaves tore from branches as the young
woman flew by them, frantically running for her life. She panted for breath,
her bare feet expertly weaving among roots reaching up from the forest floor in
a vain effort to trip her as the heavy boots of intruders gained on her. Her black hair fanned out behind her and shimmered in the moonlight, slicing
suddenly to the left or right with her sharp movements.
Why did she have to wander so far? Her mother warned
her against such things. There are some
things in life you never learn, Onatah, she thought. She’d lost the trail,
the familiar, worn path so well traveled by her ancestors for centuries and
wove her way to close to the roaring ocean. The savory salty air pulled her in
and she only wanted to glimpse the water once before she followed her path back
home.
But the men in gleaming silver armor had spotted her
and licked their lips once before the chase began. They carried long pieces of
metal that shot out pellets of poison the likes of which young Onatah had never
seen, and she knew if they caught her she would never see her family again.
Using the brightest star in the night sky, Onatah
wound her way through the trees and prayed for the elusive forest goddess to
drop down and help her. A flash of white to her right briefly distracted her
and a root caught her foot.
Onatah landed face first in a pile of mud and
leaves. Coughing and gasping for breath, she pushed herself up and turned to
see three men closing in on her quickly. Wide eyed with fear, she scrambled to
gain her footing, but the mud was too slippery and she floundered and fell
again. The men laughed, the sound cruel and harsh on her young ears. They spoke
in a language she’d never heard before, and Onatah furrowed her brow in
confusion and shook her head. Tears streamed down her face.
A man stepped in front of her. From the angle she
sat in, Onatah could see his great, round belly underneath the armor, dark with
hair and filth. She shuddered, thinking of that on her virgin skin, and closed
her eyes.
The snap of a twig nearby brought the men into a
frenzy. Nervous, they pulled their weapons into a ready position and waved them
around frantically, seeking the creature that made the noise. A whisper made
them jump, followed by a tinkling laugh. Onatah froze. Could it be?
Could the goddess have come to save her?
She hardly dared to breathe as the men huddled
together, back to back, for safety. The forest seemed to sigh around them,
every tree shifting in unison as though they took a step back. Onatah gasped
when a woman landed in a neat crouch in front of her.
The woman’s shock of white blonde hair brushed the
ground at her feet, and her leather skirt slit up both sides to the thigh.
Another piece of leather was tied across one shoulder and draped down to cover
her breasts, and across her lithe stomach lay a sheathe of weapons. What
appeared at first glance to be a large stick was actually a carefully molded
staff forged of the bark of a petrified tree.
When she stood to her full height, she was
deceptively demure. Onatah found herself being dragged away by a set of invisible
hands just as the goddess looked at her and winked. “Onatah,” said a handsome
man with ice blue eyes and the same white hair as the goddess. “Your village is
just over this hill. Go now.”
Without a backwards glance, she ran.
~End~
The other magnificent flashers:
Julie Hayes (m/m)
http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.com
http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.com
West Thornhill (m/m)
http://wthornhillauthor.blogspot.com/
http://wthornhillauthor.blogspot.com/
Sui Lynn (m/m)
http://suidlynn.blogspot.com/?zx=57a5d3d27a15dbfa
http://suidlynn.blogspot.com/?zx=57a5d3d27a15dbfa
Ryssa Edwards (m/m)
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