Hagues bridge

“Bury it at the foot of the bridge where traders sell their ware under a veil. When the moon bares its full face speak the words and sprinkle the dust across the arch and fall of the bridge.”

To an outsider I would appear a lonesome figure scurrying across the bridge, my trail of ash hidden by the night sky. Whisking past the pedallers of wanton desire, I tightened my veil, dust my hands as I speak the words into the mists of darkness. Retreating back to shadows from whence I came, I smile at the sewer rats making a meal of a blackened chicken carcass. Rabidly tearing at it’s head, scratching in delight at every morsel, snarling at each other, much like me and my master.Gutter rats soon to dine on royalties carcass.

“It is done, mistress.”

“I know, the scent of blood  flows in the river Artizart its current pull at my vein. Tonight the Prince will scourge the womb that bore him, the axe will swing and the kings mind will become locked in a dungeon of mist. “

 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 Joy Pixley (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. 


The kabbalistic home

K is for Kabbalistic

Echoing steps at dawn: stories of darkness 

faint whispers of: demons retreating,

a vortex sweeping through: leaving behind a trail of destruction.

Is there hope in Zion?: who shall save us?

The kabbalistic home rages: a crimson hue adorns the skies

lambs and wolves alike are slain: no soul is safe.

Is there no hope in Zion?

Open the pages: look within,

therein lies hope: banish the resounding fear

The throne of secrets: and covert shadows 

shall  be destroyed:  with the truth

There is hope in Zion: cloaked in the innocence and bravery of a suckling babe.

PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham
Copyright Kent Bonham

This was written as a cleave poem, which has three poems within; one on the left, one on the right and the entire piece as one. Don’t know if it worked, please let me know.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle and A to Z challenge. The picture was provided by Kent Bonham and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.