Time for a Blog Fest.
This blog fest is the creation of Cherie Reich. There are a few rules and PRIZES!
- Entries must begin with two words: Lightning flashed (I'm guessing "It was a dark and stormy night" doesn't cut it).
- Entries must be 300 words or less and be in prose, (she's not versed enough in poetry to judge it properly-I feel you there Cherie).
- Entries must be posted on your blog between May 21st and 23rd.
- You must be signed up on the linky list to be counted.
So here is my entry, and OMG it was hard to stay under 300 words:
Lightning flashed, illuminating the muddy street. Kat was hidden in the shadow of a doorway, but shadows didn't keep her dry. Rain soaked through her gray cloak, and her feet squished in her boots when she wiggled her toes. She wasn't dressed for the weather. She had been in too much of a hurry.
She watched the tavern across the road. He was in there, hunting. She had caught sight of him outside of the rooming house where she was staying. At first she had dismissed him as a normal man with lank brown hair flapping around his shoulders as he strode past, until he lifted his head, sniffed the air and snarled. He never broke stride, but she saw his face change, the features shifting, the mask slipping just a little. Then he was a man again.
She shifted, her legs aching from standing in one place for so long. He must be taking his time choosing his victim tonight. Or maybe he just didn't like getting wet. She wrapped her cloak tighter against the chill.
The tavern door opened spilling yellow light into the night. Out stumbled a woman, her skirts dragging in the muck, a shawl sliding off of her shoulders. She was drunk, and the man that came with her wrapped his arm around her thick waist. Kat stiffened, watching him. He moved too smoothly, was too sure-footed in the slippery mud. He pulled the woman close and said something in her ear. Her laugh sounded like a scream. They started walking away from Kat, the man guiding the slattern into the dark.
Kat reached beneath her cloak touching the dagger in her belt. The hilt was cold despite being so close to her body. She slipped from the doorway and followed, a shadow among shadows.