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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
“What is it?” She reached towards the golden amulet. Awe was painted across her pretty face.
“Don’t touch it!” He surged froward, grabbing her hand away. “Don’t.”
He took a few shaky breaths, cradling her hand close to his chest. He
then whirled around on her. “Are you insane, woman?” The words came out
harsher than he’d intended. “Do you have sand for brains or worse, air?”
She yanked her hand free from him with a huff. “I don’t need to-”
“Haydilon’s Curse, woman.” He growled out, his anger slowly
simmering. “Do you know nothing of cursed artifacts? Your parents would have…surely you are not
this stupid to think that a mere–” He threw up his hands. “Never mind.
We’ve found it. We know it exists and we’re leaving now.”
“Leaving?” She protested. “But-!”
“Yes, leaving. Because if you’d touched, we wouldn’t even exist right
now and neither would anything within a five-hundred mile radius. This,
young lady, was your first and last excursion.”
“But Uncle-!
(c) Sara Harricharan