FlashFriday hosted by Rebekah Postupak over at flashfriday.wordpress.com/ has given us this gorgeous picture but only 100 words; exactly. . . . .
Charlotte watched the flickering flame; gentle against the darkness as tiny droplets of wax ran slowly down the long stem. Edging closer, her finger caught a droplet as it solidified against her cool skin. Her breath sent the flame dancing; Charlotte backed away, terrified of the consequences. As long as the candle burned, there was life. There was hope. Hope that someone would know where she was. Hope they could get to her in time. Hope the candle's flame would burn eternal. For once that candle died, she knew her last breath would follow. Her captor had told her so.
Love this Lizzie, so gentle, yet urgent! beautifully written.ReplyDelete
Thank you Lisa. When I was researching, I couldn't stop thinking about the candles and what they represented. xxDelete
Wonderful pacing, especially the rhythm toward the end, with vivid imagery woven through. I think this is one of my favorites from what I've read of yours :)ReplyDelete
Wow! That's a lovely thing to say. Thank you! xxDelete
I love this flash friday!!! Such a simple message but written beautifully and I love the last few sentences. xxxReplyDelete
Cheers Chicken! :-)))Delete