The Forest of Tempered Secrets
Eli braced his arm across Freya’s stomach, much the way their father did when danger surfaced. Freya halted before a contorted lot of trees covered with moss, their branches a maze of wooden tendrils strangling each other. Dead branches in pain.
“Don’t move. It’s the Forest of Tempered Secrets,” Eli said. “You must give them up. Otherwise….” He pointed.
Freya’s expression matched the grotesque grimace of a stranger’s last scream branded into the bark.
“What choice do we have?” Eli said.
A touch of her hand and they melded into the forest, blowing through undetected, like leaves in the wind.
Our challenge is to write a 100-word story (more or less) with a beginning, middle, and end based on a photo prompt.
With the prompt up early this week, I am able to get my story together before my usual time. I typically do not have repeat characters in my Friday Fictioneer stories, but I made an exception this week. Freya and Eli just begged to come back. You can also read about them in this story.
Thanks as always to our gracious leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and to John Nixon for this week’s photo.
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Genre: Fantasy/YA (100 words)
Copyright – John Nixon