July 16, 2014 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story influenced by a musical score. Where do you drift, hearing the notes? How does it fire you up to grab the story and hurl it into existence? Or is it gentle, and leading you into lyrical pastures of green? Respond by noon (PST) Tuesday, July 22 to be included in the compilation.
Think eastern promise … Think Knights Templar tunnels beneath Acre … Think fleeing the Knights Hospitaller stronghold, like thieves in the night, only seconds ahead of a crazed madwoman archaeologist intent on doing you harm out of jealousy, that purest and most deadly of motives. This is the music that inspires these scenes, it’s the music I listen to while writing them.
At the first terrifying scream, Vanda ran. The image of the flaming phoenix was still bright in her eyes. She ran through tunnels that had not felt the touch of any foot for centuries. Behind her madness was unleashing more jealous screams, its rage obliterating all sense. She felt Them as they handed her along, the cool breeze of their faith rushing her to freedom. As she crashed into an unyielding door some power beyond her bade it give. Behind her it closed and once again stuck fast.
“Thank you, sweet brethren,” she breathed, and sucked in the sunlight.