Captivity

It’s been a busy week. Therefore, I haven’t been able to write a blog post with which I was happy enough to put out today.

But do not despair!

I thought it would be nice to share a little fifty-word story of mine that was featured on Fiftywordstories.com a little while back. I wrote it for this blog when I was just starting out and didn’t have much of a following.

I hope you enjoy it.

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The Priest Of Yaiza: A Story from the Edge of Timanfaya.

 

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View from the coach.

 

During my visit to the Spanish Island of Lanzarote, I took a day out from travelling the coast to go inland and see the national park. Though I knew that Timanfaya was the site of a six-year series of volcanic eruptions starting almost three-hundred years ago, I was shocked to see exactly the toll it had taken on the countryside.

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Going to Ground.

50 word story:

The raging of the hounds echoes behind me, the pounding of their footsteps is nothing compared to the heavy barrage of the horses hooves.

I squeeze myself into my burrow, safe from the snapping, salivating jaws of my pursuers.

Safe, until the machines come roaring. Silence. Shovels strike the earth.

Captivity

50 word story:

She is a dancer twisting her lithe grey body through the air, rivulets of water streaking her slender flanks.

At the peak of her flying pirouette she can just make out the other dolphins, playing in the distance.

Then her vision falls behind the stalls.

The audience applauds.