Even as the King’s mages work desperately to repair my charred eyes, I cannot help but clutch my fists apprehensively, for how can I be sure I shall see again?
The world on the first of May was peaceful, no different than the last of April, really, although the skies seemed just a touch darker than the day before. I was out running across the Rocklands after morning melee training when a skeletal, crooked tree with bare branches caught my attention. I’d never seen it there before.
Fool that I am, I approached its broken frame as fel shadows roared up from its misshapen limbs and shot upwards, blanketing the morning sky in heavy, unnatural darkness and hypnotic, madly swirling stars. Squinting, I stared up towards the vortex in curiosity and gasped as I realized my blunder.
T’was then that all went dark.
d’Verse prosery is flash fiction with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of the author’s choice, no longer than 144 words. This very short piece of prose must include an assigned line from a poem, within the 144 word limit. Writers may change the punctuation of the assigned line, but they may not insert words within the quotation.
For how can I be sure–From ‘May Day’ by Sara Teasdale (1884 – 1933)
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
‘What do you see’ Prompt #133
For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below (taken by Tasos Mansour) as inspiration for writers to produce art.