Floreen knelt beside her lover to kiss his lifeless lips. Through hot tears on frozen cheeks, she chanted while drawing runes on the floor, and a portal opened to her rival’s sanctuary.
Before Nadezdha could cast a ward, Floreen stabbed her with the sigil-etched dagger drawn from Mauritio’s body, a blade too small and poorly placed to have killed him.
Floreen ignored the woman, who screamed and writhed as Mauritio must have suffered from Nadezdha’s spell. On a shelf, her lover’s spirit glowed silver in a soul jar. “I’ll take this, and yours… Yours can go to hell.”
Friday Fictioneers: 100-word stories
photo prompt: Janet Webb
Meta-story: After advice from a much-appreciated reviewer, I’ve taken another stab at this prompt. I LOVE this picture and want to write a whole new world, but have too many ideas and too little time before I die! I really have to focus on one (or four) things at a time.
If you have the time, maybe you could read both and tell me in the comments below which one worked better for you and, perhaps, why. Thanks for reading!