Rack ficlet
Hope I’ve posted this in time to be included in the March contest!
Title: Strawberry fair
Author: lilachigh
Prompt: 004, Rack
Strawberry Fair
Author: lilachigh
He’d always known that the Amy girl would be useful. He could sense the desperation, the loneliness that lurked under the friendly surface. That desperation would draw others to her, like a magnet, others who in their innocence wouldn’t even know he existed. Because if magic and mayhem is just a game to you in your mind, why should you guess that your mind could be the prize?
The red-headed child - ah, that was a sweet yet sour taste. Strawberries,he’d told her, but not the ripe, full juiced berry she imagined - no, she tasted of the hard, bitter tang of the fruit before the sun has reached it. Power corroded by jealousy. He loved it.
Title: Strawberry fair
Author: lilachigh
Prompt: 004, Rack
Strawberry Fair
Author: lilachigh
He’d always known that the Amy girl would be useful. He could sense the desperation, the loneliness that lurked under the friendly surface. That desperation would draw others to her, like a magnet, others who in their innocence wouldn’t even know he existed. Because if magic and mayhem is just a game to you in your mind, why should you guess that your mind could be the prize?
The red-headed child - ah, that was a sweet yet sour taste. Strawberries,he’d told her, but not the ripe, full juiced berry she imagined - no, she tasted of the hard, bitter tang of the fruit before the sun has reached it. Power corroded by jealousy. He loved it.