Expect the unexpected

I am prostrate, as is the custom, for my kind are seen as little more than animals, even when we are soaked with blood and sweat and glory.

Screams and cheers still ring in my ears as the memories of each blow received arc across my battered flesh, and the thrill of victory throbs through my muscles with every pump of my adrenaline-revved heart.

The soft scuff-thud of official-sounding feet brings me zoning back into reality, still tinged with the high of the last hour, and my focus settles on clean, soft toes just inches from my face. They bear expensive gold jewellery – jewellery on the feet, my goodness, what it must be to have such wealth – and no signs of work or dust, but instead the rich scent of spiced oils; of importance; of luxury..

A tumble of words buzz around the edge of my glory-haze; their magniloquence matching the tenor of the feet, and their cadence relayed in the mesmerising swish of the bottom edge of an embroidered ceremonial robe (the best I’ve ever seen – I’m inches from the most beautiful piece of artwork I’ve ever seen worn – it is a tapestry of absolute mastery, and I would lay bets that the owner was not the one to add each painstaking stitch).

The noise stops, and I anticipate the usual charade of award, but instead the feet step towards me, shuffle, and a gentle fingertip runs slowly, deliciously, along the length of my spine, sparking a fresh, heart-racing surge of heat-drenched invigoration, and from the corner of my eye, I see the robe fall to the ground…

Six Sentence StoriesClick the image to go to the Six Sentence Stories collection.

The prompt this week is FALL.

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42 thoughts on “Expect the unexpected

  1. Gosh, I am so far behind! I love this and I am in agreement with several other commenters, I immediately thought of Gladiator…. usually have a need to read more but you painted such a vivid picture here I think I can write my own ending to this and it would be pure, animalistic lust.

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  2. Mathair and I are with Beth. She painted the exact image that we had seen in our own heads. πŸ˜‰ Such a vibrant story paired with such eloquence. I’m the action-girl of Inion N. Mathair and I’ve always had a soft spot for anything involving warfare so this was right up my alley. Beautifully written, stunningly descriptive, seductively woven and I don’t even care that I’m overusing my adverbs because that’s how much I loved it. πŸ˜€

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  3. good 6story… ( don’t tell anyone, but I am so out of my league here* lol)

    *except for as long as I can stick with the Doctrine… but I love the concept of creating ‘scenes’ and especially like your approach of dropping the Reader into one… and let the final meaning be left to them).

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  4. hmmm what in interesting and creative take on “fall”. I quite loved it. I’m picturing burly men, shirtless of course I mean DUH, shining with sweat that gleams over pumped muscles….beards…..dropped robes….um…..I’ll be back in a minute

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  5. Hmm…the Gladiator scenario is a good one. I went somewhere different but the last line took it away from me. Couldn’t reconcile the two.
    I love how different our entries are – you have SO many words here that create such a detailed scene. I just spent the last 30 minutes chopping out as many words as possible and going the Hemingway route. This is a fun linkup for sure.

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