My world opened, torn asunder in the freshening light of dawn, torn and exposed as dewdrops gathered before running along the veins of this new world. She is gone. She the all-powerful, she the all-consuming.
Eyes red, she had shimmied across her tightrope. Her legs akimbo as she felt out for vibrations, seeking the signals of her prey.
My world is gone – destroyed. A shadow, deep as night and with hurricane wings blotted out the soft light of the sun, ripped through her gossamer steel.
My mother, the once mighty.
I will rebuild her memory, rebuild her legacy.
Strand by strand.
Just a quick story to try and force my writer’s block to disappear, which I think it has…now I’m thinking about parallel universes and other SciFi action. Excellent. More posts tonight, me thinks. Oh, yes, this story was written for the Friday Fictioneers! Comments and criticism always welcome!