Oh my friends I have missed you (and writing short stories)!
Here are two micro shorts I wrote for school this week. I am doubling up on college courses to finish with my Bachelors of Arts in English (with a 3.9 GPA) by March. I have been scarce on social media with deadlines for Shifting Power coming fast and furious, too. So here is something new from me: two very short reads. One is dark fantasy, the other is high fantasy. Enjoy!
Yuji bust open the flimsy door of their old wood and mortar one bedroom hut. She heard the crunch and splinter of the dry door frame, made brittle by the burning summer heat, but ignored in favor of her intended mission. She looked over the hills of their belladonna farm searching for her husband. If there were pressing work to be done, they would have gone together. Farming belladonna came with the threat of criminals, bandits, and thieves looking to snatch the organic poison.
Shielding her eyes from the rising sun on the horizon, she spotted him. His shoulders squared as he walked fast and upright, not running, but moving purposefully. His posture made Yuji nervous. When he came closer into view, she noticed his white tunic was stained. Not the purple berry juice of the belladonna bulbs, but red. Dark red. Blood.
“Inside, Yuji. Now,” Domin demanded, calling from the middle of the field. “Lock the door until I reach you.”
Yuji hesitated. Domin could cross the grove in minutes. Why should she not wait for him to reach her?
“Get inside, now!” Domin ran toward her.
Frightened, she shuffled inside, pulling the door closed behind her. With the decrepit frame, she struggled with the lock, frantically trying to fasten the latch. Time after time, her hands shaking, she failed to line up the bolt to the latch.
She cried out, startled by the voice coming from her bed. There, Domin lay staring at her in concern and confusion.
“But… you…” Yuji pulled the door open slowly, just enough to peer across the grove. Nothing but the warming morning air and black spotted bushes where the maturing belladonna berries shined against the rising sun.
She turned back to question her lover. He was gone. She looked outside again with no sign of him. The air was still. No sounds came from the brook just beyond the berm of the grove. She backed slowly into the house and carefully latch the door.
Domin appeared next to her in the small hut. Covered in blood.
On the Wings of the Elf Prince
An ornate crown set carelessly on Camille’s nightstand. The sight made her chuckle under her breath so as not to wake her royal overnight guest. Cedric never took anything seriously, much less his social status. Or hers for that matter.
“Run away with me,” Cedric whispered, eyes closed as he blindly laid a hand over Camille’s torso.
“Me? Your parents would hunt me down for sport,” Camille laughed and pulled his hand, curling his wrist close to her chest.
“Yeah well if I am dead, I’m sure they won’t care if it were you or the stable boy who tried to rescue me.”
Camille sat up and looked at the young elf prince. A frown tugged at his mouth and his eyes studied her bare shoulder instead of meeting her gaze.
“Explain,” she demanded.
As Cedric sucked in the air required for his explanation, someone pounded on Camille’s front door. Mouth still gaping, color left his face.
“Damn you to the fog, Cedric.” Camille pulled the sheet over herself, holding it in place with her left hand and grabbed her sword with her right. One swift swing unsheathed the weapon sending the leather flying in Cedric direction. He deserved it for bringing trouble to her door.
By the time she made her way to the main chamber of her home, two creatures stood waiting for her, having made quick work of her front door.
“’Ave you no decency, woman?” the uglier and shorter of the two trolls challenged. “Where is he? The prince ’as a debt to pay… in flesh.”
Gross throaty laughs gargled from the mud caked monsters. Their odor alone nearly made her gag.
“What is his debt in regards to? I have you know you won’t make it past me alive. Negotiations are in your best interest.”
The taller troll grunted, but took her threat at full value. “The prince has stolen the wings off Hermes’ shoes.”
Camille laughed. She could not stop herself. Loud and obnoxiously, she bent over leaning on her long sword for support. Once she caught her breath, she took on her fighting stance. “Who’s first?”