This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The work below was written only for practice; because practice is what makes perfect.
Albany laced her fingers together and dropped her hands on the scarred wooden table in front of her. She looked around at her sisters, Mireille and Branwen.
Branwen was her father’s favourite; the eldest of the three. She was the voluptuous one, dark of hair and eyes; quick to smile and exploit any opportunity. She wore her locks cropped close to her head, and she never seemed to look directly at you.
Mireille was the youngest, a stripling; ginger haired with eyes as dark as her sister. Her tresses were always piled on top, with breakaway wisps dangling over her forehead and tickling the back of her neck. Albany always knew what was on Mireille’s mind; her eyes gave her thoughts away.
“You didn’t really think this through, did you?” Albany asked Branwen.
“No, I suppose not.”
The sounds of the battle were growing closer. Mireille was growing more and more agitated. Her eyes darted back and forth between her sisters.
“We can give her to them.” Branwen ventured.
“Don’t be a fool, she wouldn’t stand a chance.” Albany snapped. “Perhaps we should give them you?”
The older girl looked out the window at the sky, “Very well then, we must make a stand. It might as well be today.”
This week’s prompts are:
- the dead don’t care much for fast food
- the time got away from me
- the hole in your soul
Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.