Every Sunday, Alastair shares one of his photos as a prompt for Sunday Photo Fiction. To join in, click here to check out the rules and leave a link to your literary masterpiece. My story—another snippet of J’Sharn’s World—begins after the photo.
Andrea shivered as she and J’Sharn made their way along the ridge towards their destination. If not for the full moon rising over the mountain range ahead of them, they would have been in complete darkness.
J’Sharn paused to allow Andrea to catch up. “You are well, Andrea?”
The young girl drew in a ragged breath and nodded before dropping to the ground and resting her head on her knees.
“Drink.” J’Sharn thrust a crystal flask into her hands. “Just a few mouthfuls.”
Andrea took the lid off and took a cautious mouthful. Her eyebrows tried to do a disappearing trick into her hair.
J’Sharn smiled. “Unusual is it not.”
“Unusual …” Andrea grinned and took another mouthful, “it’s like a three-course dinner.”
“That is exactly what Simon said.”
“Is Sim okay?”
“He is with Merea,” J’Sharn replied, as if that explained everything. He reached out and pulled Andrea to her feet. “Come, the moon is well risen; we must reach the cave before the satellite passes overhead.”
“They’re never going to stop hunting us are they?”
“It does not matter, they will not find us again Andrea.”
J’Sharn nodded, “I am sure.”