After a two month hiatus, I thought it time to again post a piece of flash fiction. Below is my latest submission for the Friday Fictioneers challenge. Photo prompt this week is courtesy of Doug MacIlroy.
As always, comments are appreciated. I will try to read everyone’s submission, but with submissions reaching triple digits each week, it’s difficult to get round to everyone. Therefore, I try to read those who I follow, or who like / comment my story. I also hit a random selection from the list. You know know what gems you will find.
Finally, a short word on the weekly challenge. The Friday Fictioneers are a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthral and inspire both reader and writer alike. The genres and styles of writing are varied, so there’s something for everyone to be found within its midst.
“Gods man, it’s cold up here”.
I nod, returning Jimmy’s comment with a quaint smile. The mountain winds bite, but truth be told, my concern is more the task at hand than anything the mountain can throw at us.
I suspect Jimmy shares this sentiment, for his frost-bitten features reveal the truth, ready for his moment in history. He needn’t wait long, for the great beast soars into view, destiny trailing in its wake.
Even so far above, its form is majestic, leathery wings beating with oppressive force. I cannot help but feel in awe.
Suddenly it dives, hurtling at impossible speed. Watching, hubris is almost our downfall, for its intent is clear.