Friday, September 2, 2011

#fridayflash "Consequences"

*The plot bunnies struck last week. So I hope this small flash piece will keep them quiet for a while until I can focus on the trilogy idea they gave me. By the way, this takes place 3000 years in the future from the Phoenix trilogy I wrote.*


Her wrinkled hand clutched my arm. The fingers and grip were much stronger than I would've thought. Blue eyes shined clear and alarming in the moonlight. I placed my hand upon hers. It reminded me of parchment and ancient times.

"Mother, release me. I have to do this."

"No, I won't let you do this again, Apenth, my son. You know what will happen, if you do." Her nails dug into my flesh.

I closed my eyes and air entered my lungs. Images of the darkened city ripped into my heart. Smoke swirled around my other sight. I knew what would happen. Both outcomes. I gently pried her fingers from me.

"I'm sorry, mother." I turned my back on her.

"The gods will curse you. Please, they've already harmed us enough. I-I can't . . ."

I knew she would lower herself on her aged knees. She would beg me to stop, to stay. I couldn't. Without a backward glance, I disappeared from her side.


The shadows enveloped me. A woman's soft cries lured me to the farthest corner. Her dark hair draped over the swaddled baby. She was the one I saw in my visions, or rather the child was. The mother stilled as I entered into her grief. It pressed around me and a man's tears joined it. Like a palpable enemy, the sadness shoved me away.

Time was too short.

Invisible to these parents, I knelt before her. Wet blood seeped into my knees. My eyes briefly closed. I drew back the ragged towel used as a newborn's blanket. My fingers brushed against damp dark hair. Smooth, cool flesh met my touch as I placed my hand over her heart.

"Live," I commanded.

A gasp, a thump, and a wail rose from the infant. I spread my healing touch over the woman.

They would both live.

It was done.


Arms snatched hold of me. Night covered my eyes. I couldn't see. A roar built into my ears. I didn't think it would happen so quickly. I thought I screamed, but I couldn't hear my own voice. My body twisted in their cruel embrace.

Mother was right.

I was falling. The gods hit me with blindness, muteness, deafness.

The ground rose to embrace me.

My eyes opened to fabric and blond hair.

I could see.

"Oh, my sweet baby boy," the woman murmured, scooping me into her arms.

I could hear.

A cry erupted from my throat. Tears distorted my vision and slid down my cheeks.

I could speak.

"Mommy thought she lost you." She pressed me harder against her.

I peered at my tiny hands in awe. My head ached as the realization seized me by the throat. I couldn't breathe. The gods truly had cursed me.

I was human.

No more than a small child.

What had I done?


Anonymous said...

Wow- great twist! This world sucked me right in. Good Read!

Christine Rains said...

That was fantastic! Lots of tension and emotion. Hopefully that will appease the bunnies for a while. ;)

Larry Kollar said...

Beautiful piece here, wonderful twist. What kind of gods are these though, who would curse someone who saves a life?

Summer Ross said...

This has a great twist in it Cherie! I enjoyed the read though in some way i feel as if the baby also saved him.

Cherie Reich said...

Summer - I hadn't thought of it as if the baby saved him, but I can kinda see it. Interesting. :)

Bess Weatherby said...

Interesting twist! Would love to know why he wanted so badly to save the baby.

C D Meetens said...

Wow - loved this! I was completely drawn in, and am finding it frustrating that there isn't more to read.