He’s had the pink prism for some time now. Mother said to guard it well and he keeps it with him always. One cool September night he hears a whisper in his dream.
“On the day the earth’s equator passes through the center of the sun, find an ancient shadow clock at noon, and lay the prism in the middle before the shadow reappears.”
He consults his battered tablet and travels deep into the old country.
As the hour draws near, his heart starts to race and his palms grow sweaty from anxiety, still he holds on to his prism tightly. He strokes the curves of the sun dial lovingly.
The sun is beating down on his back and he feels a tightness in his chest as he places the prism precisely in the middle. He feels flushed in a pink haze. Then he sees her!
Gracefully she steps out of captivity, bathed in a soft pink light and rose colored flecks.
He bows and kneels before her beauty.
The Rose Queen is finally free.
This is my 175 word story for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It is fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.
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