The day began with her daughter’s screams. The little girl writhed back and forth atop the stained mattress.
“Why her?” Matilin asked the dark as she made her way to her daughter.
The dreaded nightmares of a Seer should have been passed down to Matilin instead of Royanna. For months, they had fled from one hiding place to another because of what her daughter had seen. It was a curse, but also a blessing.
Matilin held her daughter close until her shaking ceased. Royanna’s eyes opened slowly. Her expression was that of an ancient one.
She whispered. “They are coming.”
I’m not sure how I got here from the interesting photo prompt this week. My muse and I did a dance and this is where I ended up. The story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo was provided by Ted Strutz.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit here.
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