The mountain tram slid gracefully from the turntable, coming to a stop by the station. Jasmine followed the surging crowd inside, looking up the steep slope, every inch of it covered with the steel and stone of industry. At the peak, the Glass Tower caught the light of the setting sun, glowing like fire.
The tram jerked and Jasmine fell into the woman next to her.
“Sorry,” she muttered, “I’m new to –”
The woman’s scarlet coat trailed to the floor. A bronze energy rod was holstered in her belt. Jasmine had never seen a member of the Order before, but she’d heard stories of them, stories that chilled her blood.
The Order member smiled. “Country girl?”
“I’d watch yourself.” Her fingers rested on the handle of her weapon. “The city’s a dangerous place.”
“Thanks,” Jasmine whispered.
She wasn’t sure if she’d been warned or threatened.
Word Count: 147
This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Yinglan for providing the prompt photo!