When I decided to write flash fictions as part of the challenges I wanted to be sure to just write, without too much forethought or editing, and keeping the text at around 300 words. Today I chose to let the imagination run free and these are the result.
After two weeks of intermittent rain and cold winds, the storms had passed and the night sky finally revealed itself in all its splendor. We had trudged through mud for days, our clothes hadn’t been fully dry in nearly a fortnight, and there was a chill that had lodged itself in our spines and had become a perpetual torment.
Finding the old temple ruin was a welcome sight. There was a mysterious aura that surrounded the area, as if perhaps we were treading upon sacred ground or nearing the gateway to another world. Although the ceiling had collapsed some time ago, the structure did still offer us some protection and a little space from one another after so long huddled together in small tents and around campfires.
We needed a respite from our travels, and so decided we would spend a couple of days recuperating in the majestic, towering relic. It was hard not to be in awe of the temple; the architecture, the grandeur, and the frescos that adorned the walls and what remained of the ceiling. It was breathtaking and a wonder as to what its true purpose once was. And so on that first eerily silent night, I lay awake, staring up to the twinkling sky, wishing upon a thousand stars that we have the Maker’s grace to succeed in our quest.
To the casual observer they appeared as long separated lovers finally reunited. There was an intensity about their demeanor, a longing contained for propriety’s sake that hinted at a level of intimacy that made those a witness to it blush. To set the scene of romanticism and to add another layer of mystery, a fog rolled in as if on cue. They stayed like that for some time, swaying towards one another but not moving even a breath closer.
They waited until the last traveler had exited the station before revealing the truth of their meeting. With a tilt of his hat almost in greeting, she dropped her fur cuff to reveal a wooden stake. He flashed a devestating smile, purposefully sliding his tongue against the point of his exposed fang while a low rumble of laughter echoed across the distance. While he made a spectacle of himself, she slid off her heeled shoes and tucked her skirt to allow her legs more freedom. She had been looking forward to this moment for some time and she was going to enjoy it.
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