This is my entry into this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer’s prompt. Photo from Barb CT of the blog, Gallimaufry.
The air was still and heavy. Claire’s blouse stuck to her skin and the sweat poured down her face faster than she could wipe it away. Every breath was like pushing against a hand that pressed against her nose and mouth.
But the heat and humidity wasn’t what bothered her. It was the silence.
No bird called. Nothing rustled the grass. Not a sound from the rusted shanty on the rotted dock in front of her.
Worse than the silence was the smell. Decay and death pressed against her, and something fouler she did not recognize.
“Lord Jesus, what happened here?” she whispered in her Creole tongue she would not lose, no matter how long it had been since she’d been home.
The surface of the river rippled, though no breeze touched it. Claire nodded and braced herself. The answer to her question was coming.
“By the blood of Jesus, I am victorious!”
The ghostly form of a sword filled her hand as the monstrous head of a serpent broke the river’s surface.
I came in at 173 words this week, again! Must be my lucky number. 😛 I’m a bit on a fantasy/spiritual warfare kick. Not a bad place to be, plenty of fertile soil for some great stories.
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