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Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
Eva’s feet pound against the forest floor as she sprints through the frost-covered trees. Small branches scrape against her pale skin and tangle into her alabaster hair, ripping strands from her scalp.
She follows the familiar path, knowing that she is close.
Tears of frustration stream down her cheeks, and she hollers into the glade, “Stop! Don’t do this!”
Eva ducks below a low-hanging branch and finds herself in the clearing. Her breath catches in her throat.
Both men lay crumpled on the ground, just feet apart. Their discarded swords are smeared in blood.
Small grunts escape Max’s lips as he presses his hands against his split abdomen. Gabe pants with terrified effort, trying to hold his flayed thigh muscle against the rest of his leg.
Eva lets out a sobbing wail.
Rushing to Max’s side she drops to her knees. His eyes have a far- off stare and he struggles to breath. She can see her lover’s innards under his blood-soaked hands.
He manages a whisper. “Do it, before it’s too late. I love you.”
Sensing that death is near Eva brings her lips to his, giving him a final kiss. Then, she inhales, sucking his soul from his body. As she backs away from his corpse her hair shifts to a brighter shade of ivory.
Turning her attention to Gabe she scrambles to his side. Blood pours from his gaping thigh. His body shakes as he states, “I wouldn’t let my brother have you in life – and he won’t have you in death, either. Take me too, my love.”
She lowers her mouth to his, gathering his soul.
Morose and grief-stricken, Eva sits between their lifeless bodies and weeps – as her hair lightens to a bleached shade of white.
Fiction © Copyright D.M. Slate
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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