This is my response to Day 29 of http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/'s 30 Days of Flash Fiction, the list for which can be found at http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/221684.html?view=1245940#t1245940

Edita was standing watch in the small hours while Doc Tarascotti and Bennoli slept when she heard a gun cock in the darkness beyond the firelight.

“Keep ( Read more... )

This is my response to Day 22 of http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/'s 30 Days of Flash Fiction, the list for which can be found at http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/221684.html?view=1245940#t1245940

They didn’t travel far to deliver Princess Christobella to her father. King Federigo was encamped, by arrangement, less than half a day’s walk from ( Read more... )

This is my response to Day 16 of http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/'s 30 Days of Flash Fiction, the list for which can be found at http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/221684.html?view=1245940#t1245940

They arrived at the appointed meeting place on time. This was no midnight meeting in shadowy ruins, this was an afternoon appointment in the open. In a ( Read more... )

This is my response to Day 12 of http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/'s 30 Days of Flash Fiction, the list for which can be found at http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/221684.html?view=1245940#t1245940

“Such extravagance,” her grandmother tutted as she swept through the house, returned with the rest of the family from town, “You need only have provided ( Read more... )

This is my response to Day 11 of http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/'s 30 Days of Flash Fiction, the list for which can be found at http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/221684.html?view=1245940#t1245940

Spiral galaxies colliding, two coils of stars and gas burning with silent violence at their intersection but emerging beyond their joining unchanged.  ( Read more... )

This is my response to Day 9 of http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/'s 30 Days of Flash Fiction, the list for which can be found at http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/221684.html?view=1245940#t1245940

“What is this place?” Edita looked wide-eyed at the ruins that surrounded them. The great stone structures had not surrendered to violence but to age and ( Read more... )

“Thank you,” the ice maiden removed her hands from Edita’s head, the woman’s normal colouring beginning to restore itself under the frost which was itself turning to fine mist in the suddenly warmer air. “I understood grief from loss. I have experienced that myself, when my father and so many of my sisters died, but this is another grief. Humans ( Read more... )

This is my response to Day 7 of http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/'s 30 Days of Flash Fiction, the list for which can be found at http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/221684.html?view=1245940#t1245940

At first she thought it was just a drop in temperature, normal under the clear starlit sky. When she realised it wasn’t, couldn’t be natural, her throat ( Read more... )

This is my response to Day 5 of http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/'s 30 Days of Flash Fiction, the list for which can be found at http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/221684.html?view=1245940#t1245940

The goblet had the old man, Tarrascotti, worried. Every evening when they camped they set it down on the flat beside the camp fire, filled it with good ( Read more... )

This is my response to Day 3 of http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/'s 30 Days of Flash Fiction, the list for which can be found at http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/221684.html?view=1245940#t1245940.

“Well met by moonlight.”

“Even if it is midday.”  She was amused.

“I don’t make these things up,” he grumbled, putting his coin on the table, the moon on ( Read more... )