Her only hope was cascading away in a whimsy of words appearing upon the walls. This spell, the one she found in her great grandmother’s diary, the one she thought was only words of lore, now have meaning.
And, from her childhood, she recalled the eerie words of her grandmother who often talked of witchcraft and her own mother’s ability to deal with undesirables who came uninvited into her home. Even the small memory of her great grandfather, who she never knew, but who she had heard terrifying stories about began to make sense. He had disappeared without a trace.
Isabelle accepted this fate seeing her existence fading into light, like the spell read, but she maintained her composure and watched her very being subjugated into nothingness.
The following short-fiction is inspired by the photo above posted by Diana of Myths of the Mirror.
Time had transformed the future into a robotic and Artificial Intelligence ruled world. Children were created only in test tubes and mankind, as we once knew it, had collapsed into technological chaos.
Relationships between humans were, for the most part, non-existent. Human life was lost to the very technology that mankind had once so proudly worshipped as the future to save the planet.
Manipulation of DNA was initiated by the Keepers early in the gestation period and the vessels (mothers) were kept in stasis. All this leading to an obviously unsustainable population.
Mar had traveled far on a cruise ship that had been lost at sea for years. He grew up with parents, still of the old days, who taught him how to survive. They recognized that creativity was going to help Mar live a fuller life, so they taught him to dance and entertain. These lessons helped him to survive and keep his sanity after a plague wiped out all but he and a handful of others on the ship.
The sun was first blocked by the small planet, now in synchronous orbit with the earth, back in the late 2020s. What Mar remembered was the ship had lost all contact with the world when communications ceased to work after the ship barely survived the wrath of the ocean during the horrific transition. The captain and most of the crew had also perished during the catastrophe.
When supplies on the ship had eventually run out and the equipment to catch fish had all dilapidated or broken… it was time to leave.
In one of the lifeboats, Mar made his way to the distant buildings and then upon the deserted shore. Though scared, of he knew not what, Mar straightened his frame; he took a deep breath; and then, he danced a solo dance.
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held his hand tight against her tear-sodden cheek. He was no longer able to give her comfort. The joy he brought to her had been magical. In those final days, hours, minutes she
watched the sparkle in his eyes, those eyes that completely captured her heart the
moment she first saw them, slowly begin to fade before they closed for the last
heaved in and out of her chest as she struggled to understand why. “Why him, Lord? Why not me?
I begged you and you left me here!
You left me here to live without my precious, precious child! He was only a child! Why?
Why do you let cancer take our children?” Her pleas went unanswered and tested her
resolve in her love of Christ.
This wound would eventually heal, as much as it could, and her path would lead her to help others in the same situation. She gave what she could to others and her heart, while still broken, was mended. Her faith turned out to be her greatest strength. She knew that her guardian angel had a tiny set of wings, but he had a set of wings, and this was her new comfort.
After a few hours of study, and a lot of coffee, I knew the answer to this mystery was finally at hand.
“Did you notice how many prints were in the dark sand as compared to the light?” I asked my partner, Luna.
“Yes! Of course I did! What is so important about it?” she replied.
“I don’t believe it was anything local. On this particular planet, we know from past experience that all Taroloks have three toes, and are deathly afraid of dark ground, correct?”
“Notice that none of the prints in the shadows have toes. These are not Taroloks! I’ve seen these prints before in an old Earth scribe, or book, as they used to be called. These tracks, the ones in the shadows, are those of the Minotaur. And, unless I’m wrong, we need to get back to the shuttle and get the hells off this planet before they come back!”
“Well, you don’t have to tell me twice!”
Back in the shuttle Luna leans over to pour a long swig of her favorite adult beverage and asks, “What exactly is a Minotaur?”
I just laughed…
Maybe it’s not exactly the rules, but I’d like anyone who feels like writing to do so with the picture below: