She ducked into the dingy narrow passage between the buildings. Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening. Solanj smelled a trap. She was being followed and this was the perfect place for an ambush. Silently she waited, aware and ready to spring the trap.
Word count 50
Fifty Word Thursday brought to us this week by Tales from the Mind of Kristian ‘Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening.’
Many thanks to John Holton for today’s prompt: Inch
My writing exercise for today:
“Write a 100 word story about a single moment, a conversation at breakfast, a personal decision, an interaction with a stranger. Any single moment focus on the detail of that moment.”
Inch by Inch
Step by step, inch by inch, she crept closer. The moment between one foot coming down soundlessly in front of the other. Her breath was quiet and still. Tiny sounds came to her from the alleyway. A mouse skittering to it’s hole, a moth mindlessly bumping against the globe of the street lamp, the sounds of people coming and going, living and breathing; out of sight on the other side of the darkness. Shadows moved across the ground, clouds passing over the moon high in the sky as her eyes adjusted to the deep gloom of the alley. She waited.
There was something about Paris in the spring. The heady floral scent mixed with the sounds and smells of humans hurrying about their short, meaningless lives. Solanj sipped her coffee and watched the people walking by. The sky was blue and the air crisp.
He appeared from out of nowhere beside her table perching urgently on the seat next to her. In a breathy french accent he whispered “Cheri, I must paint you naked in the moonlight, you are my muse, my inspiration.”
He made a grab for her hand but Solanj’s reflexes were too well trained to permit such a casual touch. With lightning speed she clasped his wrist, fingers digging painfully into the tendons until she heard his gasp. “Run away little mouse,” she simply said “lest you come to harm.” Her voice held no whisper, no shout, no demand, just suggestion.
She released his hand and he quickly ran away. Solanj went back to her coffee.
Solanj looked up at the sunbeams breaking through the single cloud that cluttered an otherwise perfectly clear sky. “Thank goodness there’s no long range shot involved in this job,” she thought to herself. “Would have to make adjustments for the light refraction.”Continue reading “Sunbeams”→
Thanks to Lindaghill.com for this great way to start the year challenge and thanks to Tara for the prompt
Solanj watched the man across the table. Highly unusual this meeting. But the tip had come from a trusted source so she waited. His eyes told her nothing. Bright blue eyes, china blue, that was what she had once called them. Had she known someone with that color eyes? Hard to remember.
The man said nothing, and Solanj continued to wait. She was good at this, waiting, watching for the opening that always came.Continue reading “Memento”→
She lay hidden from view of the camp, covered in ice and snow. Waiting for a signal, waiting and waiting. Her weapons and body disguised against the sun’s bright glare, she gave no hint of her presence, no shiver, no steam of breath. A silent puff of smoke told her the time had come. She sighted her target. The rocket launcher sang it’s song of destruction. Snow, black smoke and screams erupted from the camp below. Amidst the confusion, she slipped away, unnoticed. Smiling, another job completed.
Solanj stood to one side of the hotel lobby, studying her subject. The woman was tall and lean, with dark enigmatic features that made it impossible to determine her origins. She had the muscled frame of a fighter, not sculpted, but sleek. She would be hard to pin if it came to wrestling. Hell she could have come from a fairy kingdom for all Solanj knew or cared.
Solanj continued to study her target, with a hunters eyes, taking in tiny details that might indicate a hidden weak spot. Solanj wondered what exactly the woman had done to warrant interest from the company. This was not Solanj’s first scouting expedition, but it was the first time she did so without the end of the mission clear in her mind. Ah, well, her task tonight was to evaluate and report. The Board would decide the woman’s fate. Solanj clicked several unobtrusive pictures with her tiny cell camera and continued to watch.
Thanks to Dark Netizen for this week’s Wacky Weekend Challenge Prompt of “Gift”. Do come join the fun!
Solanj stood in the room waiting. The walls and floor were bare wood. A huge mirror adorned one wall, affording a reflected view of every angle. Solanj felt, more than saw, the Officers of the Board watching her every move. Another test. Continue reading “The Test”→
Do check it out and come join in the fun. This week’s prompt: Jelly
Solanj entered through the window, quietly as a ghost. She bumped the study door lock and cautiously stepped inside. And came to an abrupt halt. There at the desk sat Sir John Larbech, her target. Continue reading “Just Business”→
For Dark Netizen’s Wacky Weekend Challenge. This week’s prompt: Canine
The Governor’s Last Ball
Solanj checked the full-length mirror one final time. The costume was perfect. Hair extension, lifts in the low-heeled boots, elaborate makeup and partial mask combined into an effective disguise. She twisted the long hair into a sloppy bun and secured it with her kanzashi.
The skin tight leather leggings and elaborate bodice that left her midriff bare should guarantee the Governor’s attention. Solanj arrived at the ball shortly after the beginning hour and blended quickly in with the crowd. It did not take her long to spot her quarry, a short, squat man, graying at the temples and sporting a vampire costume. Continue reading “The Governor’s Ball”→