This flash piece was
written for the 6 June 2014 Flash! Friday competition* (and received a specialmention!). The prompt given included the
photo next to the story and a fire also had to be included. I delved a bit into some of my earlier
stories and worldbuilding for this one, specifically the Rún or Ruon. Here is somemicro fiction about the Ruon.
White Flag
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| Bell Tower of Guadalest, Costa Blanca, Spain. Photo by Anguskirk |
Aldrith worked
quickly, counting stitches and patterns with the ancient Ruon
rhyme. The sea’s calm surface reflected flashes of sunlight to where she
sat in the bell tower. Barely a sign of the storm remained. The sky was
so clear she could almost see the coast of the Sundered Lands. Smoke from a
cooking fire hung in the air, but there was no time for food.
Into the snowy cloth
she worked secrets of the wind and waves, the sun and stars, the soil of
home, her longing, her love. She made the last stitch and recited the
final rhyme before cutting the silk thread.
Wind tugged at her
dress and hair as she raised the white flag. The wind caught it, whipping
the message into the air.
Aldrith thought she
could already see her husband’s ship. Even with torn sails or a broken mast her
flag would guide him home.
* Fiction of 150 words.
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