Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Setting The Trap

Biding her time in waiting and contemplation, she fought the urge to give in to her old feelings for Janx and abandon her quest. Was it logical to still care adore...a being who had treated her in so cavalier a manner? No, she must remain firm in her resolve and secure in her hiding place. She knew Janx. She knew it unlikely he would ever feel for her as she did for him, and yet, his tremendous ego would never allow him to pass on an opportunity, such as she had provided him, to reacquaint himself with an old conquest.

He would outwit Strelx and use the savages’ primitive transport to come to the Key and thus she sat in concealment awaiting his arrival. Nearly unseen in her holographic disguise, she fought to strengthen her resolve and harden her heart. Today, at long last, the vaunted Janx would die!

This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: adore. As a personal challenge, I have been stringing the prompts from week to week into an ongoing story. This marks the 27th such and previous installments may be found here.

1 comment:

  1. Some feelings which are ridiculous to have die hard. I know, unfortunately, from experience.