Five Sentence Fiction: Blades
Once I start writing, I see it is hard for me to stop, so I’d like to share my entry for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction, prompt courtesy of Lillie McFerrin.
Here was the picture for my inspiration.
And here is the song that inspired it. Feel free to listen as you read.
The word this week was BLADES.
Through the forest she wandered, wet-clumped snow flying in her face and clinging to her eyelashes. Whenever she tried to rest her head, the blades of her antlers dug cruelly into the back of her head and cut her shoulders.
She’d only laughed at the hunched old woman: “Grandmother, you ought pluck that hair growing from your face.” She hadn’t meant any harm, but now everyone she approached fled.
She sagged against a tree, heedless of her blood that trickled down the trunk like a single tear.