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It was the spaces between the ribs Sam watched, triangles of black caught between bleached pins, growing and shrinking with each coil and flex. Crescent bones hooked together, held a moment then snapped apart, making a sound liked plucked wires.
‘How is it doing that?’ he whispered.
The serpent was stripped of flesh and muscle and skin, the elongated organs long dissolved to atoms. The diamond-shaped skull turned at the sound of his voice, blank eye sockets searching for him.
Col sighed, scrubbed his forehead with blunt fingers. ‘How are any of them doing it?’
Behind him, the sound of a thousand plucked wires.
Written for Sonya at Only 100 Words’ Three Line Tales. See the pic and write a tale … And unlike me, try to keep it to three lines! See here to join in.
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The sun was fading as Sal approached the Widow, the crag black against a golden sky. The breeze was chill, autumn coming on before her time.
Producing the flowers from her apron pocket, her voice shook as she spoke.
‘Widow, I bring you rosemary for remembrance of him I lost. Heather for an earnest wish come true. Windflower for anticipation of my dear man’s return.’
Hands quivering, she placed the stems in the rocky hollows, the stone cold and rough against her fingertips.
The breeze blew against her ear like a warm breath carrying a whisper.
Windflower for fading hope …
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. The most fun you can have at a keyboard. See here to join in and to read the other stories.
According to The Flower Expert, heather ‘indicates that wishes will come true’ and anemones (known by some as windflowers) ‘symbolizes anticipation’ as well as indicating ‘fading hope’.