C. R. Taxon

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Today's #microPrompt: LATE

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Nov 14, 2022 at 11:02amWeb
Show threadFinnNov 14, 2022

@crtaxon

If he’d been thinking straight – and hells, he knew that he wasn’t, not right now – he’d have told Archer to wait back at the clearing. Too late for that now, though.

“Y’goin’ t’be alright?”

The vampire shook his head. “I can’t go down there. Not right now.” He held up a hand, his skin white as the snow in the moonlight filtering through the trees, and Sabbat saw that his fingers were trembling almost imperceptibly.

Show threadAlina LeonovaNov 14, 2022
@house_of_five @crtaxon Love the snippet — even though I don't know what's going on there is this sense of danger, and I'm intrigued. I also love how you painted the scene, with the moonlight and white skin 😊
Show threadAlina LeonovaNov 14, 2022
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“Sammah! Wake up, Sammah!” Someone was shaking him. The bliss evaporated, and he cracked an eye open. He had a slight headache, and his mouth was dry.
“Fuck off,” he said turning away from the intruder.
“It’s your shift. You’ll start late, work late and sleep here again. Don’t make me spill water on you.” The voice grew higher, and a giggle followed — the intruder would very much enjoy that.
"Five more minutes.”
Show threadV. Astor Solomon (Vale)Nov 14, 2022

@crtaxon It feels late, like the night should've come long before now. There's still a sun in the sky though, and he wonders if he'll ever get the chance to see the moon again.

Something moves beside him, brushing his hand and pulling him from his thoughts. The other boy is barely there, a flicker against the tall grass.

"You're early," he says.

The ghost boy smiles. "So are you."

He laughed. "Point."

"We should get started."

"Yeah."

He picks up the shovel he'd brought and starts to dig.

Show threadNickyNov 14, 2022

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There's one little bird still working away building a nest. Every morning he wheels himself over to the patio doors and looks out, and there it is, flying frantically back and forth. He can imagine the beads of sweat dripping off the thing like in a cartoon. The White Rabbit energy of it: "I'm late! I'm late! For a very important date!"

"It might not be worth it, dude," he tells the little guy, leaning back in his chair. "Probably too late."

But of course the bird doesn't care.

Show threadRaiFGNov 14, 2022

@crtaxon

My Late Friend, who's not
deceased but always behind,
just arrived early

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