Monday, 25 March 2013

Monday Mixer: Silver

This is for The Latinum Vault's Monday Mixer, write a piece in exactly 150 words using at least three of the nine prompts: a place, a thing and an adjective. This one qualifies for Overachiever as I've used five of the prompt words.

Gwenllian smoothed her fingers across the filigree threads, newly set, against the burnished silver cuff and absently wiped the dusty, glinting swarf from her work table. Tears fell as she stroked the soft, pink scar running down her face, recalling the scandalous lies and trite excuses she’d offered in his protection. 
Now she hid herself away in the croft on the banks of Afon Caer and waited.
A mewling cry came from the small bedroom, and Gwenllian pulled her mind back from its dreams and stared up at the full, yellow moon.  She snuffed out her candles, grabbed the annealed bangle and hurried towards the cry, wiping her tears of hiraeth as she moved. 
She gently cwtched her daughter, placing the silver bracelet around the babe’s tiny wrist. “Ah, cariad, not long now…” She grabbed the rifle, propped by the cot, and loaded the silver bullet. “Now let him come…”

(150 Words)

8 comments:

  1. So mysterious and moving. A great entry :)

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  2. from a silver cuff to a silver bullet
    one romantic/ one deadly

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  3. Fab piece of writing Lisa!

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  4. Nice! I love the strong woman protecting her child. Well done.

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  5. Wonderful mysterious and mesmerizing! I really love it!! I absolutely want to see MORE of this!!! So compelling!!! xoxo

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  6. Thanks everyone, I really enjoyed these words and writing this excerpt...Ruth, I'd like to write more of this little tale...

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  7. I absolutely love the flow of this piece and like Ruth, would lap up more. xx

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  8. Some evil male type needs to be made into a eunuch. Literally. Makes me believe that scar came from the one she and her gun are waiting for. A fun read.

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