The sharp pointed end of the knife loomed above her. She tugged at her wrists and ankles in an attempt to free herself from their grasp. She screamed in her head. Words did not escape her parched mouth. Thoughts were trapped in her starved mind. It was 9 days since they came for her with roses, wine, and promises. She found herself cut off and starved. She was painted blue and led out into the sun and up to the altar. “Why,” she implored to the priest. “It is written so,” he answered as the flint knife plunged into her heart.
word count: 100
Written in response to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who challenges us to think outside the box and write a story of 100 WORDS OR LESS from the given photo prompt. This week’s photo prompt provided by Kent Bonham.
Last week, I was thrown a curve ball with a migraine that lasted for too many days. Not much of anything got done, least of all blogging at 100 words or less. A trip to the chiropractor and I’m chomping at the bit. Let’s hope it stays that way. (This seems to be quite an idiomatic-filled week for me).
featured photo: Mayan pyramid in Belize featuring jaguar in the design.