The visual writing prompts I receive in my writing circle are making a liar out of me! I said I wasn’t a writer of fantasy stories, but this picture also generated a fantasy tale. What is going on inside my writer’s brain?
Anyhow, this story is the flashiest of flash fiction. Very short but receiving appreciation among my peers. Enjoy!
Mira Contemplates Her Choices
Mira wrapped her arms around herself, the tail ends of her shawl grasped in each fist. She longed to dive head first into the cold, black water, disappear from this life she used to wish for. The idea of a husband and baby once dominated her every waking moment. She could have had both at any time. There was no shortage of males who would have obliged her. Only Mira’s desires didn’t run along normal conventions. Now here she was, trying to decide whether or not to return to the world of merfolk or walk up the hill to the abandoned castle where Sean was waiting for her. It would have been such a release to tell him the truth about her origins and that she’s carrying his child.