It’s Wednesday, and we all know that that means… FRIDAY FICTIONEERS!!!! On this day, people all over the world mistake the middle of the week for the end of the week and post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt selected by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Today’s prompt comes from the lens of Doug MacIlroy. Friday Fictioneers is tons of fun. Jump in anytime!
I didn’t think I had anything for this week’s photo prompt, but it turns out the little flashback that’s been floating around my mind works rather well with the photo. (If it matters, I was waiting for some glorious scene looking down on the earth – or something along those lines – for this story, but I think this works just as well, if not better). On a technical note, I’m not sure what that globe is made of, but I’m going to pretend it’s clay, even if it’s not. For one, clay is shorter than plaster and papier mache, and I’m on a word limit here… 🙂
To those who have been following Angelique from the beginning, thank you. For those who are new to her story, you may want to check out previous weeks’ post here. Thank you all for stopping by. I hope you enjoy!
Photo Copyright –Douglas M. MacIlroy
“Why do you love them?”
“I made them.”
“But they are so…” Angelique squeezed the clay in her hand till it oozed between her fingers.
“So flawed, Angelique?” He smiled wryly over the top of the globe. “Spoken as a true Avenger, child. You hardly know them.”
Angelique bowed her head, golden curls veiling her face.
“Can I know them better?”
“It will break your heart.”
“Is there any other way?”
“Will you help me?”
Angelique raised her eyes to his tender face. His skillful hands rested on the clay globe.
“Make me an Usher,” she implored.