Step slowly. Breathe Though the sun shone within this tangled forest, she could sense the unsettled Realm . What began as an afternoon ride quickly became an adventure. Pulling the velvet cloak tight was a vain attempt to cover her identity- beneath her was the horse of The Queen. Step slowly. Breathe. From nowhere, a figure had appeared ahead. Friend or Foe? Human or Spirit? Never before had she seen anyone in the Writhen Forest. Dismounting, she touched her crossbow. The tangle of roots began to move, groaning with the weight & effort. “Steady” she whispered as much to herself as to the glimmering golden mare beside her. “We’ve been waiting for you, My Queen” the Figure whispered.
Photo courtesy: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo Copyright-John Nixon
Word count: 110
writing :flash fiction
by Shandra White Harris 3/27/2014
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