A Dangerous Dance: Flash-Fiction & Art for Day 2 of #Inktober 2019

The icy rush of adrenaline that shot up Eeva’s spine rivaled the biting cold of the water that lapped around her ankles and hand.  She stared into the pale eyes of the alpha male, his white fur reminding her of winter. It was then her father had died thrusting her into the role of provider for her home. She was eldest after all.

Provider. The title should have been her mother’s. But the brutal loss of her beloved had thrust her into a mindless ring sorrow that had rendered her little more than a child. The pressure from the burden that weighed upon Eeva’s shoulders had often driven her away, deep into the darkness of the wood.

Hunting had been her excuse but something far more thrilling had been her pursuit.

Legend held that if one prooved worthy, they could become one of the Winter Tribe–the White wolves that could, at whim, be beast or man and lived close to an eternity of years. When Eeva first set her eyes upon the pearlescent fur, locked gazes with the alpha whose fire gaze seemed to set her soul ablaze, she could not help but pursue him…even as he stalked and pursued her.

It had been nine months now, secret meetings of distance nearness, he disarming her with the glint in his eyes, ever closing the space between them as he dictated her steps.

It was a dangerous dance. One her father had failed to master.

But now as she felt her being seared by the cold of the water as if flames were burning away all that she once was, she knew she had mastered the steps and would this day be one of the Winter Pack.

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Dangerous Dance Cover

*This is Day 2 of #Inktober 2019. Tonight, I chose to not only use my custom prompt words for my story and inked art, but also to use the official Inktober list words to help move my short story along. 

I do hope that you have enjoyed it, and hopefully, we will have something new tomorrow!

 

Popcorn: Micro Fiction for Inktober

It was never a good thing to allow desperate hunger to be sated by a present, but less than acceptable option. Sure the pain would ease or better be dulled by the lying lull of fullness and satisfaction, only to come back with a vengeance and a demand for retribution for the red herring that was dealt like the perfect dish.

Him…he was the red-herring or more so like popcorn, the kind gotten from the concession stand at the rundown theatre. He looked oh so tempting when out of reach, but turned out to be perfectly stale, over salty, greased down with imitation butter, and served hot with enough flaky kernels to make your gums pray mercy and beg for a dental hygienist.

Sad thing is…that is the price one pays for popcorn. Sadder still, many of us will never stop eating it.

Popcorn
“Yellow Dinner” Day 1 of Inktober 2019 (Unofficial word prompt list)

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Photo by Mc Jefferson Agloro on Unsplash

*This is my micro-fiction piece, done as a companion to my first ever Inktober illustration. My list was acquired from @alexandradikaia on Instagram. My unique word combination for this day is “YELLOW DINNER.”