Here is my story for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer’s challenge. Photo provided by Joy Pixley.
The wind bit deep into Calvin’s bones. His brown leather duster was but paper against it. He held his Stetson on his head with one hand while his other hand twitched near the gun holstered on his hip.
“Easy,” Meredith said in a calm voice. Her grey woolen dress and long grey hair, whipped behind her and fell with the stillness. She stared ahead with same stoniness that rankled Calvin.
“That was him?” he asked, glad his voice sounded calm.
“No, that was not him.” Meredith continued to stare at some fixed point.
A large, stone bridge lay before them. Their only means across a river that he knew not to touch because Meredith said “Don’t touch”.
But she wasn’t looking at the bridge. High walls and trees stood on the other side, but she was looking beyond them.
“So, what was it?”
“His Dragon. Come, now. We must cross.”
Calvin watched a serpentine head rise above the trees on the other side. “If you say so,” and he stepped onto the bridge.
I came in at 173 words this week. I’m getting better. 🙂 Had to trim a lot of adverbs (which is always a good idea anyway) and other unimportant descriptions. Probably could have done more.
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