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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
He hurriedly yanked the hood over his head as he ducked out from
the shadows and darted across the half-light street. The cobblestones
sounded hollowly beneath his feet and Derek sucked in mouthfuls of icy
cold air as he dodged through the bowels of the city, clinging to the
shadows and breathing in the night.
“Derek?” Shamaya’s whisper wafted through the air. “We’re over here.”
He turned towards the hiss of her voice and followed it along the
wind and through the shadows to materialize beside her. “Sham.” He
murmured, reaching for her.
She danced lightly out of reach. “Ah, ah. Not yet. You’ve got too
many shadows around you.” She gestured to his front. “I said to collect
them not play with them.”
He stared down in confusion and then realized that nearly his entire
figure had been swallowed whole by the thin, wispy strips of blackness
clinging to him. He snickered. “I was trying not to be seen.”
“It worked.” His girlfriend threw her messy braid of hair over one bony shoulder. “Did you pick anything up while scouting?”
“Plenty.” He began to peel the shadows off of him and toss them to
the corners of the old warehouse where they could be happy and keep them
safe for the time being. “There’s a new watch on tonight and they’ve
added to the guard.”
“Added, again?” Shamaya bit her lip. “Heaven help us.” She murmured,
tracing a cross in the air before her. “How will we get the converts out
of the city?”
“The same way we got in.” Derek said, stoutly. “The shadows.” He pulled the hood off his head and Shamaya gasped.
“That–that!” She sputtered.
He smiled, serenely. “That wasn’t a hoodie after all.”
(C) Sara Harricharan
A/N: and Derek was going to be a street thug but somehow turned into a good hero smuggler dude. Go figure. LOL. ^_^