Flipping mint green hair out of her heat-flushed face, Elluria fixed hawkish eyes on the man blocking the door. She could feel the floor vibrating from hundreds of feet, and hear the frenzied clamor of voices calling her name. Exhilaration flared like wildfire in her belly, and set her taped fingers tingling.

“I gotta get out there,” she said. She flicked her lip ring impatiently, and hefted her guitar.

This is what you’ve done with Naariel’s Legacy?” His eyes glowed like fire-lit rubies. “Squandering your years in backwoods bars?”

Elluria’s body stilled, sharpened. “Run along, little boy,” she snarled.

(Written for The Prediction. Challenge words: hawk, tape, legacy)

Posted by

storyteller, artist, & fervent mountain roamer. find my collection of flash fiction, Unusual Diction, at Amazon.com.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s