Happy Friday! It’s time for another installment in Frisky Friday Flash Fiction. You know the drill. I provide a picture and the first lines of a 300 word story. I’ll post the remainder next week.
Let’s look back at the previous story:
“A Shade’s Memories”
Night spread its wings across the land. The stars took their place in the sky. Rilynn, now just another dark spectre, edged closer to the castle. She waited with heavy heart outside the door. Forever forbidden to enter again.
Rilynn, after being cast into the shadows, visited Alexander’s lair every night after their horrific fight. She was about to leave when heavy footsteps caught her attention.
“Rilynn, are you there?” he asked.
“Alexander, is that you?”
The heavy wooden door creaked open. A tall man—with skin like bronze, hair as dark as a raven’s feather, and eyes like the blue of night—stood in the golden light emanating from within. He was dressed in his usual black attire.
“I apologize for my outburst,” he offered and snapped his fingers.
Darkness fell from Rilynn’s shoulders like a thick cloak. Her white hair shimmered in the light of the moon.
“Why, Alexander? Do you know—?”
“The cold? The unending loneliness?” He walked away from her. “It’s a constant.”
“Then why make me endure it? I only mentioned—”
He whirled around. “The one thing I asked you never to speak about.”
Rilynn hung her head. “I’m sorry. I meant no harm.”
Alexander faced her, sorrow resting on his face. “No. I am sorry. I haven’t mentioned Cassandra’s name in a century. She was a lot like you—curious, thoughtful, submissive. She was the perfect wife.”
“What happened to her?” Rilynn understood the question was a risky one.
Something in his velvety eyes shifted. “I happened to her. You were fortunate to only live in darkness.”
Rilynn, the last seer of her kind, stepped closer. She raised her pale hand. “Allow me?”
Rilynn placed her fingers to his temple. The horror emanating from his mind stole her breath away.
And now, for this week’s story:
We met at a bar in Midtown. A nice establishment with high-end clientele. Dominic was a man with panty-dropping looks—dark hair and eyes, a strong jaw, and a muscular physique. His voice could melt butter. Dominic took one look and started declaring what he could do for me.