A Sizzle of Lightning!

Before I present my Flash, I'd like to thank Tyrean for her ultimate sweetness! She included me in last week's wonderful blogfest of surprising bloggers with...

Random Acts of Kindness presented by the Bookshelf Muse. The best way I know how to pass this on, is to give what I am good at - making buttons, badges, and little knick knack graphics. I'm a total amateur using powerpoint and its clipart, but I have fun and the results aren't bad (see lightning castle below). So anyone who comments today and indicates they would like a graphic will get one. I will email you for details from your link.


Now, here is my tale for Cherie Reich's Lightning Flash Fiction Blogfest!

Secret Memory

Lightning flashed through the bars high above my bed. If you could call a cement slab a bed. 

Explosive thunder followed, telling me the storm was closing in. Wrapping my arms around me as tight as I could, I huddled in the corner. Soon rain would flood the floor and dampen my clothes to match my spirits.

When the evil wizard finally relented from his tireless search of my memories, I had hoped to get some rest. But comfort would not reach me tonight.

I pounded my head. What was in there that was so important? That heartless wizard would surely torture me until I was dead, whether I gave him what he wanted or not.

Another blast of lightning illuminated my cell. Within the shadow of the bars I saw the silhouette of a head. I shut my eyes tight and hunched up my shoulders, hoping it was my imagination. I had no place to hide from an intruder.

When I peeked, I saw my grandmother at the window and she was glowing! She shrank herself to fit through the bars and with gossamer wings she gently landed in front of me and re-expanded.

“Come on, dear. There’s not much time!”

She grabbed my hand and took me out the way she came in. Outside the sky was clear and full of stars.

“But how did you do all that?” I asked.

“I'll explain when we get home. Did he find it?”

“Find what, Grandma? What do I have?”

We ran into the woods and when we were a safe distance, she answered me, pointing at my forehead.

“You have a spell hidden deep inside that brings a person back to life. A gift from your mother.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth, than I recalled the spell and fainted.