Friday Fictioneers 23rd August 2013 hosted by Rochelle Wisoff Fields
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end.
Make every word count.
Copyright –Claire Fuller
The Gist (100 Words)
Maybeck scanned the ancient cemetery, pale eyes lighting on a solitary stone beneath a gnarled and knotty sentinel.
He scraped the amber lichen and traced the pitted inscription with thin, weathered fingers. “He lies beneath. God willing, there be time.” From a small vial he sprinkled tiny droplets over the grave, whispering softly; ”Sanctifico, Sanctifico…”
In darkening skies, roiling clouds gathered and took form.
Far below, streaking through soil and clay, the Gist was coming. It rose in fury, breaking ground with a single malevolent purpose.
Nerve failing, Maybeck collapsed in desperate supplication.
Eyes averted, he never saw the blow.