This week I make a happy return to Madison Woods’s ‘Friday Fictioneers’. Having been short on time and mental energy recently, it feels good to be back. I wrote this one pretty much entirely in my head while washing up. That’s usually a good indicator for a story I can enjoy and be happy with. Here’s the photo prompt which set it off:
Madison’s site hosts the original image along with her story. Other authors’ stories will be linked in the comments section there. Here’s the link to follow:
I hope you enjoy the story and, as ever, I’m always keen to hear what readers make of all this, so please feel free to leave a comment. Thanks for taking the time to stop by 🙂
‘The Lasting Kind’
In the final days of the Hierophant, my people disappeared from this world. I alone remain; how and why, I do not know. Such knowledge is kept by a corpulent ruler of men. His perfidy invigorates me. Guides me.
Dawn approaches and my every step through this forest is shadowed by a preternatural silence. The denizens of the wood know who walks among them. Just as my footfalls scorch the very earth, nascent light steals my eyes and sears my skin. I sink into the frigid depths of the river and wait. Tonight I will become blackest vengeance, stalking the corridors of his palace. His shrieking doomsong will be my people’s lament.