A double use drabble, both for the thursday prompt in
charloft, and for my
100 drabbles of summer table. Ashton and Kim, from a novel in progress (well, more like in planning)
Whether it is lightning, static, the kind between two people or the kind that lives inside your wall, give us a short short on electricity
Kim trembled. Ash looked into her eyes, just below him. He was covering her, trying to protect her from the fighting. He opened his mouth, platitudes on his lips, when he saw the naked fury burning in her caramel-brown eyes. He frowned.
Suddenly she snarled, an animalistic sound he'd never heard. She rolled him off of her, standing in one fluent move, his hung off her shirt, failing to keep her down.
"Enough!" she screamed, eyes blazing. White light flew up around her, lightning from a storm cloud. It flew out hitting enemies, leaving friends unharmed.
"What the hell, Kim?"