Earlier today, I posted on my Twitter account that I was holding a mini-contest for my own amusement. Whoever could guess how many articles I could write in a two hour period would be able to pick a character name and topic for a Twitter-based story that I would write on demand! Exciting, right? @liquidtopazeyes won and offered “Iniabi” and dystopian romance as her suggestions. I’ve posted the results of my meager efforts below and in the correct order for those leery of the out-of-order nature of Twitter.
Iniabi had looked at me with black eyes reflecting the light like puddles in the potholes. She didn’t smile.
The air raids had sounded. She didn’t flinch. Just white noise to her. The sky exploded, bits of roofing tiles landing on our tongues.
We should have moved. The siren wails and you run. The unspoken rule. But she did not run, so I did not run. She looked at me.
The heat from the explosion pressed into my skin like my mother’s hairdryer. That same kind of dry heat only on open eyes cooking.
I reached for her. Seconds blinked by and her hand was in mine. Those black orbs of hers burned with flecks of red—the color of the sky.
Iniabi mouthed a kiss, a slow pucker of lips, and I did the same waiting for the last bomb to fall. A few city blocks left to destroy.
The end came in a blast of air. Hot and cold. Sharp and soft. I ran a finger over Iniabi’s lips as we disintegrated. Then ash. Ruin.
Not bad, not great, but fun! I think I’ll make a habit of this. Perhaps some day next week I’ll have an all-day game to see how many articles I can write in one day. Work and fun combined. You can’t beat that.