This week for Trifecta’s anniversary we were paired with a fellow Trifectan, I felt particularly lucky because both David aka Scholarly Scribe and I write fantasy. The italics are the beginning sentences of a story that I had 33-100 words to carry on and then Scholarly Scribe has the same to finish the story by Friday.
Charts and optimal dates and preferential temperatures. One line or two. As if she could summon whatever it is that makes up the human soul as easily as she could a cab on a busy New York avenue.
She can’t but her mentor can. Her lips press into a grim line, sweat pops on her forehead as she pumps harder straining her quads and calves, weaving in and out of traffic. It’s dangerous she knows, a door could open any second and send her slamming down on asphalt only to be crushed under relentless rubber wheels. But she is far less afraid of that fate than not retrieving the package her mentor sent her to collect in time.