Due to Jim’s accident and hospitalization, I’m coming a week late to this challenge. Still, I thought that I would like to try it, as though the challenge were being held this week and not last.
Written by Shan Jeniah Burton Copyright 2012
Shadows crept across the wall; the dancers‘ forms misshapen by the fitful orange glow of the arytana-infused flames. They slunk and stalked, re-enacting the Hunt just past.
Their flowing movements were like the hunting, and yet unlike, false –
“You are displeased with tonight’s dancing, child?”
The Huntleader crouched too closely beside her, and she knew that he would gift her again tonight, in hopes that she would at last offer him the pleasure of her furs, after the feasting turned to Matehunt.
“The dancers do not move as hunters do. They have other instincts…..this is not the hunt I remember.”
He pressed in more closely, and she knew he was sure of her. “Do you not find it rousing, child?”
“I find it beautiful – and count it utterly unlike the beauty of the Hunting. Let the dancers dance their own stories, and leave these to those who lived and know them.”
She sprang up, circling the fire….then darted out and away, springing to the ledge and through the arched opening…..the Huntlands welcome before her, and behind….everything faded.
There it is. 200 words, exactly, according to Word Count Tool
I think this took me about 45 minutes to complete.
I wonder if I would have written the same story, if I had seen this, a week ago?
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