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Monday, June 11, 2012

Monday Morning Flash Fiction Challenge, Week 97

Good Evening Flash Fantasy Writers!!

Sorry, this post is sooo late! So, let's get right to it!


Today's image is a classic... but so pretty, I had to use it. I'm hoping to see some fantasy pieces though.... One of the lovers isn't as they appear to be....


Pretty!!

The rules remain the same, 350 words and come back Friday to post your response.

And... Now, my response to last Monday's beautiful image....




Between Two Worlds
by Dottie Taylor
word count:715


Tulann reached up to her tiara and slowly pulled it from her silvery hair. Her fingertips brushed over the stiff fabric of the veil. So much like the veil between this world and the next. A shimmer of a tear trail down her pale cheek. She gazed around at the world so much like her own, and yet, so different. 

Again, she peered into the mirror-like veil separating one reality from the other. How had this happened? Was she trapped here... forever? She reached for her reflection, but it wasn't really her, was it? No, someone had snatched her away from her reality, forcing her to exist in the backward place. What was sunny and bright, was dull and gray here.

“No, this can't be happening...” She backed away from the veil, from the image before her. Her steely gray eyes focused on the berry colored lips saying the words that were her's to say.

“With this ring I thee wed...” The eyes in the reflection met her own. A long lashed eyelid winked at her. Rage filled Tulann's body, she shook with the strength of it.

“Damn her! Damn her to hell!” She shouted to the distant reflection. Tulann saw Dauner's lips curl into a smile, laughter tinkled to her. Tulann watched her groom bend down to capture the ripeness of the lying lips that belonged to Dauner.... the theif, the trickster, the witch.

How was she to escape this existence? How was she to reclaim what was her's?

She stormed around this empty copy, this Earthbound plane. She wanted what was her's, not this fake copy of reality.

She again peered into the veil, and again the long lash lid winked. 

Tulann fisted her hands and pounded the veil, demanding to be returned. “It is my love, my right, my time!” She pounded harder, and Dauner let her see more. The glorious feast celebrating Rondal and her union, the way his lips took liberties with her's, thinking they were Tulann's.

“No, No, No!” She slid down to lay in a messy heap on the ground of this foreign place, so alike her home and so different. The color, though bold to mortal eyes, appeared drab, gray, nothing like the blue of her sky, the vibrant green of her forest.

As she lay upon the mossy ground, her tears leaked, feeding the Earth, bringing it more a live than ever before. And at that moment, she heard her mother's cry.

“This is not my daughter!” The veil creaked, and a crack shimmered across the smooth mirror-like surface. Hope came to Tulann.

Dauner danced away from Tulann's mother, “You are old, feeble, do you not know me?”

Rondal's shocked expression. “Do you not know your own daughter, woman? I swear it, it is she.”

“Aye, that I do, and she be not one and the same.” Tulann's mother taunted. “If you are my daughter, let us see the birthmark on your right shoulder.

Dauner slipped the gown from her shoulder, exposing the almost perfect copy of the heart shaped birthmark. Almost.

When Rondal's eyes fell upon the mark, he shoved Dauner away. “She's not my Tulann! Where is she? What have you done with her?”

“Have you caught my mother's madness?” Dauner shouted to the man before her and the wedding party behind him. She stepped closer, he stepped further away.

“You are not Tulann!” He shoved the imposter away. “When we joined, our hearts became one.” He unbuttoned the front of his shirt to expose the left side of his chest, another heart shaped birthmark showed. But, through it's middle a shaft of bright whiteness wrapped it, throbbing with the need to be with it's one true mate. “Tulann's beats for me, and I for her. You are an imposter.”

Dauner threw back her head, sick laughter filled the air. “If you want your Tulann back, you will give me my one desire.”

Rondal looked at her with disgust. “And what would that be?” He scrubbed a hand over his lips, chasing the taste of Dauner's mouth away.
 
She danced away into the forest. “Catch me if you dare.... then you'll have your answer.” She vanished into the dense greenery as it closed behind her.

3 comments:

Carole Rae said...

:0 RUDE! haha. Great story though! Had me going there.

BTW, I like this next picture. So much to work with in it. mmmmmmmmm

Blodeuedd said...

Yay, you are back :) Great story too.

And next pic...hmm we will see

carol said...

I like the story, especially when they realized she was an imposter.

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