“From beneath the giant’s gaze,” the girl boasted, “I stole his cattle. From the king’s halls, I stole his drinking horn. There is nothing I cannot bring it to you.”
“The Sun,” her love replied. “Bring me the Sun.”
And so the girl crossed the circling ocean and climbed the high peaks until at last she came to the rivers of night. In those dark waters she swam, fending off shades and elder things that the gods had cast there, till at last she came to the secret harbour where the Sun rested during the night.
She put the Sun in her bag that could hold anything and then stole forth, back across the mountains.
All the world was silent as she returned to her love’s hall. No birds sung, no horns sounded. The sky was dark and there were no stars.
Within, her love lay in endless, dreamless sleep.
Word Count: 150
This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Goroyboy for providing the prompt photo!