What with my mobile unable to either connect with the internet or receive phone calls, and suspecting it’s because I’ve done something stupid with regard to selecting some inappropriate setting, I’m feeling more than ever my lack of technical ability. Needless to say I’m grateful for the entertainment you provided last week.
Words for this week echo my current mood : blind finger frustrate.
Usual rules: 100 words maximum (excluding
title) of flash fiction or poetry using all of the three words above in the
genres of horror, fantasy, science fiction or noir. Serialised fiction is, as
always, welcome. All variants and uses of the words and stems are fine.
The Secret Armadillo Soldier (SAS) Diaries - entry 279
ReplyDeleteArmi pulled the stone from his tool-belt and looked skyward, at fingers of sunlight struggling behind woolly cloud. He twisted and turned the stone, then growled in frustration, ‘buggah! It don’t work.’
Atlas watched thoughtfully, ‘need more sun, wait fer the clouds t’ pass, mate.’ We’ll keep moving ‘til they do.’
They ran again, skirting through undergrowth, until the sun blazed across blue sky.
Armi tried again, angling the stone and jiggling it the direction of their hidden forces.
A brilliant flash almost blinded them both.
Armi winced and blinked. ‘Feckin ‘ell. It works.’
Atlas grinned.
Armi flashed it again.
As ever, the matter-of-fact simultaneously satisfying and entertaining, Terrie.
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ReplyDeleteOnce again my question had each twin silently consult the other. Frustrated, hearing the beginning of hysteria in my voice, I demanded, ‘And just who are you? What are your names?’ As one they stared at me, then each pointed a finger to the other, overlapping, ‘I’m Acker/Gulch he’s Gulch/Acker. I stared, long enough to risk blindness before confirming ‘Acker has the darker eyes, and a trio of moles on his left cheek. Gulch grey eyes and the more clear-cut philtrum. As to your natures … time will tell.’
Raven’s smile more enigmatic than congratulatory.
I barely noticed those three prompt words in this episode . I Like that she's in tune with her surroundings, noticing important ,small, details and can take things up a notch to show her more authoritative side too.
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ReplyDeleteI’m standing before a door only I can see. It is always is open, and beyond it a swirling purplish mist blinds me to whatever awaits. This time, however, a blurry finger is beaconing to me.
I’ve always resisted the impulse to pass through this doorway, somehow knowing if I did, I could never return.
Growing frustrated with indecision, I asked myself, “What’s in there can’t be worse than my miserable life here… can it?”
A deep breath and I walked through the doorway. The door closed behind me, and a gravelly voice tunneled through the fog.
“Welcome to insanity.”
Much enjoyed your use of 'tunneled' for something as ephemeral as a voice.
DeleteHauntingly clever observation and depiction of insanity . What's even more insidiously eerie is the hinted idea that the insanity is not just his imaginings but that the door into the purple mist just be there .
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