“When you cross the path strewn with roses, draw thy thoughts to the bushes which bore them for they have thorns. Be weary of scented words, sparkling eyes that cast shadows on the stars, do not …”
Taking in the silk curtains billowing slightly in rhythm to the midday wind, I frowned down at my dressing robe, it was soaked in perspiration as though I had been to the wash. Her voice was calming there was no threat or guile but her words, her words left my mind in frays. Why the same dream? Why was she always in the shadows? Why did she never finish the warning? And what on earth was she warning me about?
Refusing to let my mind unravel from my head, i set about seeking for answers, there was only one person I could trust absolutely. Performing a cleansing rinse using a wash cloth and the small earthen bath, I sat on my mat centered my mind on the crystal and sort for peace within the recess of my mind.
‘Scented words … bewitching words.’
Who would plant a knife but present a shield?
In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from the lovely Jade M. Wong (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.