Apologies for the long absence. I’ve been battling through various family illnesses, bedroom clear-outs and general inertia (wipes drool from face).
But I’m back and hopefully will be for some time. (Although cannot rule out potential alien abduction, but don’t worry I have my tin foil hat on).
So here is my latest contribution to Friday Fictioneers photo prompt, provided by the lovely Rochelle (please see page here if you want to have a go). I hope you like it 🙂
Thank you to Santoshwriter for the pic.
The plant was so innocent looking with its slender green leaves and deep purple flowers. Who could’ve guessed it was so potent, so deadly?
Sinnai’s pale hands, stained from the juice, lifted the bowl up to her lips.
Sweet liquid flowed down her throat and she shivered. Soon they would know. Soon they’d be sorry. But by then it would be too late.
Pain ripped through her body. She fell to the ground, the scent of damp moss and violets fading.
When she woke, a pair of tiny wings lay on the earth behind her.
She was free.