The hallucinated movements in my peripheral vision are tricks of the fatigue.
The Queen walked this same journey’s path to her new throne. I wonder, did her cloak become frayed and torn from the thistles and brush constantly clawing, holding her back?
How did this trail look with hope calling from the destination? How does it feel to be rushing toward the light rather than fleeing the darkness?
The forest nights offer no respite, the eyes of the universe upon me. One step after another, I continue on, praying I reach the castle before the gates are closed.
Forever.
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This super short fiction is part of the challenge to create a story in 99 words – no more, no less – the prompt “frayed” and hosted by Carrot Ranch.
Nice! Flash fiction is fun to write and you did a good job. Now, I want to know if the castle was reached.
Mission accomplished. Thank you!
Intense! Love it~
Wonderfully epic in so few words. I like the tension set up between two walks down the same path. Thanks for joining us this week at Carrot Ranch!
You’re so great at this! I love it and always rush to the light!