A bit late with this one. It’s official. My children believe that I live to clean, sweets have been re-classed as a breakfast food and communication only comes in the form of hitting each other with a fake, rubber horse head mask…(don’t ask!)
So please find my offering for this weeks Friday Fictioneers. If you’d like to have a go, pop onto Rochelle’s page and take a look at this weeks prompt, write a story in 100 words or less and press the blue frog to add your link. Good Luck!
Thanks to Piya Singh for this week’s photo prompt.
Pieces of slate covered the ground like the scales of dragonhide. She pushed one aside. Black shone from amongst the undergrowth. Her eyes filled with tears.
The glass was smooth and still warm. She threw her head back and screamed.
A guttural rumble shook the earth. Pieces of volcanic glass flew upward, melding together, one by one till it hung in all its former glory.
She gazed into the mirror.
‘There you are.’ She smiled sweetly. ‘Just where I left you.’
His eyes widened. ‘How? No, not again.’
She laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. ‘I promised you forever, brother.’