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vignette challenge

This week's prompt is:

Anyone can join, with a 50-word vignette in the comments. Your vignette does not have to include the prompt term.

My efforts:

Tom swallowed. The clouds were few and fluffy, not even colorful with sunset yet. The winds were light, enough to bear a ship along, but no storm would send ships smashing against stone. Still the mermaid sang.
His pursuers would not sing. The path went down, gently, closer to her.

I got up. Enjoy your fluffy pillow tonight, I told myself. And pack with care if you want any creature comforts on the road, given what the inns were like.
First, the letter of credit. I hoped it would extend to a few locks. Certainly a chest for the feathers.

"If you want to return to fluffy pillows and sweets made by a confectioner," I said, "the best route for you would be to -- " Aid her, I almost said, but the word choked in my mouth as I realized -- "Aid me. I can't sit here all day and night and watch."

"Your sweet life, with sweets and balls, fluffy pillows and ribbons for your gowns, stem from your family. It behooves you to remember your duties as well."
From which I deduced that Aunt Delia either was working on her will again, or wished to introduce me to a prospective bridegroom.



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May. 19th, 2017 03:04 am (UTC)
Where am I?

Yanchi's last memories were of the labor camp guard's fists slamming into his body, the absolute certainty that he would die a martyr's death. But now he was lying in bed -- a real bed, not the thin pallet that passed for a bed in the camps. Could he be in Heaven?

Opening his eyes, he saw a slender line running to a bag on a stand. No, a soul in heaven would not need an IV line. Which meant he was alive, being nursed back to health. But where?

He widened his gaze, recognized the crucifix on the wall. Relief flooded through his body and he realized he'd been afraid this might be some elaborate ruse on Gorlath's part. But now he knew he had been rescued, and he had a good idea of who had done it.

He relaxed into the softness of the pillow and surrendered to sleep. Not the drugged sleep the doctors had imposed upon him, but real, restful sleep.

(Playing with ideas for a sequel to "Fly Through the Storm")
May. 20th, 2017 12:45 am (UTC)
Intriguing bit! Hope it helps with the story.
May. 20th, 2017 02:13 am (UTC)
"Fly Through the Storm" is finished and off to the contest. I don't know when I'll do the sequel, but several images are pretty strong in my mind.

However, there are several other stories I want to get written first. "Fly Through the Storm" was peripheral enough to the Ligonier Rafferty sequence that it stands alone, but the rescue brings Ligo pretty much front and center, and we need to see his development into the man who moves in elite circles with ease.
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