Under an emerald canopy, Cya made her camp, surrounded by scattered leaves and the fluttering of bird wings. She pulled her grey hood over curling copper hair and drew her lute from its case, her fingers brushing gently over the taught strings.
A groan came from the shadows: an ancient, creaking sound, made by no beast of flesh and blood.
Cya’s hand dropped from the strings and drifted to the dagger by her side as the beast lumbered forward: a creature of wood and magic, long limbs flourishing with sprigs of green. Two burning eyes were set into a horned skull.
It pointed with a mossy hand to the lute and its face twisted to let out a creaking word.
“Play.”
Cya played melody after melody and the creature remained calm as a summer day.
In the morning, she found a bouquet of bright flowers.
She’d played for worse crowds.
Word Count: 150
This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Pamela S. Canepa for providing the prompt photo!
Nicely done, I liked it..
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Very good writing.
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Well written!
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Welcome.
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A really good piece – it left me wanting to know more about Cya.
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You’re more than welcome.
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Interesting tale! I would love to read how her story would progress.
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Thanks! I’m not sure how it would progress, but I like the character and I’m sure she has a lot of story ahead of her.
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I enjoyed reading this, it being written in the genre style that I enjoy
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J.A. I love this! Such a lovely story with a GREAT ending!
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Excellent writing.
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Magical tale! Loved the ending đ
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Cy’s music has mesmerized the wild animal and a bouquet of flowers as appreciation. Such is the power of music.
A very different style of writing that I have come across.
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Music does tame the savage…tree…:) Nicely done.
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I like this very much! It vaguely reminds me of a Night Gallery episode from the early 1970s. Yours is a bit brighter, though. Great.
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I love the peaceful scene you set in the opening paragraph, which contrasts well with the sudden appearance of the creature. I also like the touch of humour in the last line. đ A nicely written and constructed story, JA.
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Sounds like she played for a great “crowd”.
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He might be big enough to count as a crowd. đ
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Nice story. Thanks for sharing.
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