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Thursday photo prompt



Time has now come. I expect her, I have long expected her, and, now, I know she’s there, close to the gates. She bears the chalice. From it, I will drink, to the last drop.

And so, the prophecy will be fulfilled, the order restored, the gods appeased.

Do I regret anything? I had a long life, known many winters, and so many springs: so much ice, so much sand, I hear the sound of bells.

She’s there, at my door, they tell me.

I know she’s beautiful, their messengers always are. I take a last look, out of the window of my room, at the far away hills, just touched by moonlight.

So many seas, so many mountains.

Time has come.


#FiveSentenceFiction: Candidate

 She stood in front of the desk, her eyes turned down to the floor, waiting, afraid that the officer would notice her heart beating so fast: how incredible it was that her application had gone thus far!

The officer stood up and told her to undress: she was expecting to be searched, as her comrades had explained, and as she stood, naked, two women in uniform entered the room and searched her body thoroughly.

“You are number five” the officer said, “now that you are cleared, you will next meet the Leader, and you have the instructions”.

Two guards took her, still naked, through a long corridor, then opened a large door: surrounded by two lines of his henchmen, the Leader stood, erect, looking at her, a reptilian smile on his thin lips.

She knelt, and as she had been instructed, crawled to the Leader on all four: when she was close enough to lick his boots, she looked up at the hated creature, and, as she had rehearsed, bit on her tooth: the lethal poison immediately killed anything living on a radius of two hundred meters.

Photography: © Frank Rheinboldt