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SONG FLASH FICTION ~ WAR

Song time again, and this month it’s a song I’m not familiar with, but it’s quite catchy. Here’s the video if you’d like to listen. I have to admit, the only thing that popped into my head when I heard this was Lucifer, so… here’s a bit from that book. Once I figure it all out, of course.

“I’m sorry. But I can’t bow before them, Father.” Lucifer rolled his shoulders, snapping his wings in a show of defiance. “I won’t.”

The field where they were gathered grew silent, nothing but the odd whisper of the breeze along his feathers sounding above the eerie quiet. He didn’t move, didn’t flinch as clouds slowly gathered overhead, the white colour bleeding into black. A few hushed voices finally rose around him as the wind picked up, pushing him a few steps closer to his father before Lucifer had the strength to push back—halt his movements. Thunder boomed around them, a flicker of lightning charging the air.

A shadow fell in beside his—smaller. More delicate. He didn’t have to turn around to sense her presence. He felt her heartbeat echo in his head. Smelled the sweet essence of her skin gather around him. He wasn’t sure why she affected him the way she did. Why he wanted to gather her in his arms—love her in the same fashion as the very creatures his father wanted him to honour. To kneel before.

His brother stepped out from beside his father, his gaze falling on Lucifer. Michael had been the first to bow—to swear his service to their father’s new creations, not that it surprised Lucifer. Michael had always been the good son. The one to follow commands without question. Lucifer wouldn’t have expected any less of the angel.

Michael frowned. “You must yield, brother. I beg of you.”

Lucifer lifted his chin. He didn’t like going against his family. Seeing disappointment gleam in Michael’s eyes. Lucifer had always looked up to his older brother. Had idolized him and had always wanted to be close to him. He’d even gone so far as to establish his sanctuary close to Michael’s. Standing there, on opposite sides, made Lucifer want to acquiesce.

He glanced at his father. “I’ve done everything you’ve ever asked of me. I’ve fought your battles. I’ve made everything you hold dear sacred to me. But this… I won’t bow to a race that will never love you the way I do.”

Michael’s expression fell before he looked away, shoulders hunched, eyes closed. Lucifer frowned, moving forward, when pain blossomed in his chest. His breath hitched, held prisoner by the crushing force in his chest. Stone bit into his knees as he fell forward, the scenery dimming around him.

A small hand landed on his arm. He managed to catch a glimpse of the green in her eyes before a blinding white light blanketed the area. Lucifer covered his eyes with his arm, shouting Michael’s name when the ground vanished beneath him. There was a moment of silence, then the air rushed past him, crushing his cries for help. He opened his wings, doing his best to slow his descent when the earth raced upwards, slamming into him.

Pain splintered through him, the taste of blood and dirt heavy on his tongue. He focused on breathing, groaning against the fiery sensation in his ribs until he was able to open his eyes. Darkness spread out around him, the only light coming from a flicker of flames far off in the distance. Sulphur saturated the air, the pungent aroma making him sick.

He pushed onto his hands and knees, ignoring the way his limbs shook as he tried to bridge his weight. His once white wings had turned a bloody shade of red, some of the feathers littering the stone surface around him. He glanced to his left, and his heart stopped cold.

She was lying on the ground not far from him, eyes closed, lips pursed into a grimace. Her wings stretched out to either side, the feathers nothing more than black stains against the grey stone. Blood covered most of her creamy skin, a small pool collecting beneath her.

“No, please.”

Lucifer crawled over to her, staring at her limp body before brushing her pale hair back from her face. Her eyes squeezed shut, then opened, most of the spark he’d always admired gone. She moistened her lips, crying out as she tried to move her head to look at him.

He shushed her. “Just, lie still. Let me heal you.”

She shook her head, grabbing his hands as he placed them on her chest. “No, Lucifer. You can’t. It’s too late.”

“Don’t say that. I still have my power, I feel it, I…” He swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Please, don’t leave me, Grace.”

She gave him a stunning smile, lifting one hand to touch his face. “It won’t be forever. You’ll find me again. I know it. And when you do, we can be together for as long as you’ll love me.”

“I already love you that much. Grace!”

Lucifer clenched his jaw, drawing on the power still strumming inside him. A golden glow surrounded him, slowly fading into red as he tried to heal her broken body. But despite the surge of energy he pumped into her fragile form, the light faded from her eyes. She whispered her love one last time, before her head lolled to the side, her eyes drifting shut.

Another flash of white light knocked Lucifer back on his ass. He covered his face again, waiting for the glow to fade before opening his eyes. Nothing but a ghostly outline of her body remained, a single, golden feather resting on the rock.

Lucifer picked it up, holding it against his chest as a numbing cold bled through his body. He tipped back his head, staring at the endless darkness above him. “Why? Why did you have to hurt her? I’m the one you’re mad at. Punish me.”

He waited, but only his own ragged breathing sounded around him. He let his head bow forward, staring at the desolate stone as the reality of his fate sank in. He’d been cast out. Exiled to some kind of barren wasteland. And Grace had paid the price. Had suffered for being close to him. For loving him.

Lucifer pushed to his feet, the feather still clutched in his hand. This wasn’t over. Not until he’d found a way to make his father’s beloved creations suffer the same loss. Until he’d buried his love so far inside him, nothing and no one could ever resurrect it again.

 

And that’s it for me. Go and see what the lovely Bronwyn Green and Jessica Jarman have to offer.

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY ~ LOVE

Well, it’s been a while since I did a Wednesday post, other than promptly penned, but… I’ll try. So this week is all about LOVE. And I guess, particularly for you folks south of my border, you’re all feeling as if you need far more of that right now.

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This is a few years old, and they would probably cringe to have me show it now, but I don’t have any newer ones handy, lol. So…

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And that’s it for me. I’m not sure if I got the post right. I mean… I wish I could post unending images of kids and that special someone… except I only have the kids, lol. Now check out everyone else…

Bronwyn Green  |  Kellie St. James  |  Gwendolyn Cease

Paige Prince  |  Deelylah Mullin

PROMPTLY PENNED ~ NOVEMBER

Welcome to November. God, that means Christmas is right around the corner. It also means days are getting shorter and it’s raining like the biblical flood out here on the island. While I don’t need the sunshine as much as I used to, a day here and there would be nice, Mother Nature. Just saying.

Anyway, it’s time for Promptly Penned again, and, as per usual, I’m sitting here staring at the computer thinking… I got nothing. And I’m actually a bit surprised as this is up my alley. It’s the kind of dialogue I love… but. Yeah. Anyway, here is what I’ve managed to bleed onto the virtual paper for this prompt…which I might change every so slightly as my first person isn’t female. But I’ll keep the dialogue the same. And no, it’s not cheating… not really. Okay, maybe but I’m a rebel!!!! And it’s another little bit with Casey from the last music flash fiction in September which you can read here.

Person A: She smiled a little. “You’re a manipulator.”

Person B: “I like to think of myself as an outcome engineer.”

Promptly Penned

Casey O’Toole clenched his jaw, staring at the woman sitting in front of him. Dr. Felicity Granger. A contract psychiatrist and the woman he’d spent his teenage years lusting after. Though, she’d been his best friend’s girlfriend back then. And just as untouchable as she was now.

He gave her a long slow sweep. Her dark brown hair had been piled on top of her head in some kind of intricate knot, and her legs were crossed at the knees. Deep blue eyes watched him from behind a pair of stylish glasses, a hint of a smile creasing the fine lines around her mouth.

He glanced at the blue folder sitting in her lap beneath her clasped hands, his name in black marker along one edge. He crossed his arms on his chest, reminding himself not to yell. “You’re a manipulator.”

He cringed at the noticeable harshness in his voice, the tone conveying far more than he’d wanted to. He was supposed to be impassive. Fake his way through like he had before, except… Fuck. Their personal history aside, he could tell by the way she arched one perfectly sculpted brow that she wasn’t going to be as easy to fool as the others he’d seen.

Felicity smiled. “I like to think of myself as an outcome engineer.”

“I see. And what outcome are you hoping to engineer? Other than putting a witness in jeopardy.”

The smile faded, but she didn’t look upset. In fact, she seemed more determined than angry. “Let’s start with keeping you alive, and we’ll go from there.”

“Me? That’s where you’re wrong. I’m fine, Doc. But the man who just agreed to testify against the Black Tigers…” Casey shrugged. “He’s going to be dead inside of twenty-four hours if I don’t get his ass to a safe house before Kim Leu discovers the guy’s ratting him out.” He pointed at the file. “I already cleared more than my share of psych evals. As you’re undoubtedly aware of, so…”

She laughed, the rich tone making him shift uncomfortably on his feet. A fluttery feeling trembled in his stomach, and he hoped it was simply the shitty cup of coffee he’d drank and not something else. Something familiar and far more dangerous.

She held up the folder. “You mean this?” Another laugh that dropped his damn stomach this time. “Please tell me you lie so much better than what you did in here because this…my five-year-old niece could spin a better tale than what’s in these pages.” She motioned to the chair opposite her. “Sit.”

He glanced at his watch, then back to her. “I’m on the clock in thirty minutes. And regardless of what you think I ‘spun’ in those pages, I already got my clearance.”

“I know. Which is why I had to practically blackmail your boss to get your ass in here.” She leaned forward. “He was quite happy to sweep this all under the proverbial rug. So sit.” She snorted when he merely stood there. “Seriously, Casey? Overlooking the fact that you’ve been ordered to talk to me, I’d like to think having grown up together, you’d show me some professional courtesy. I’m not here to get you suspended or put on medical leave.”

She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “But I’ll sure as shit pull rank if you push me. So sit your ass down before I decide it needs another six weeks to heal.”

Casey chuckled. “Christ, when did you get all alpha male?”

“I grew up with four brothers. I can hold my own against any man.” She motioned to the chair again.

He sighed, then sank into it. “Fine. You’ve got twenty-eight minutes.”

“Were you always this annoying growing up?”

He winked at her. “Pretty sure that was your super power, Felicity, not mine.”

She arched her brow again, offering him a glass of water. He accepted, taking a sip.

Felicity leaned back in her chair. “And to think I had a massive crush on you way back when.”

Casey coughed, covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he tried not to spit the water across at her. “Excuse me?”

A light blush coloured her cheeks, but the gleam in her eyes suggested she was anything but embarrassed. “I said…I was head over heels for you when I was seventeen. And I’m wondering why I never noticed your stubborn side. Though, I suppose the fact you became a U.S. Marshal is all the proof I needed that it was always there.”

“But…you were dating Jack. He practically lived at your house.”

She made a weird face. “Actually, it was all a cover. Jack was dating one of my brothers, but…they weren’t ready to come out, and it made him being at our house all the time easy, so…” She sighed. “Looking back, it was probably a colossal mistake. But seeing as they’re still together, I’m thinking it was worth it.”

He furrowed his brow, then shook his head. “And this all ties in to why I’m here, how?”

“It’s called honesty. Coming clean. Something you could benefit from because these evaluations… Sweetie, you’ve got denial shoved so far up your ass it’s no surprise you’re choking on it.” She waved at him when he thought about rising. “I already told you. I’m not here to stand in your way of doing your job.”

“Then why am I here?”

“I was hoping that, because of our history, you might agree to come here. Talk to me.”

He pushed to his feet this time. “I already talked to a whole room full of shrinks. I’m fine.”

He turned, heading purposefully toward the door. The floor creaked behind him as he fisted the handle.

“I still have twenty-five minutes left.”

He paused but didn’t look at her. “I think we’re done. Say hi to Jack for me.”

“I know you didn’t get those scars on your shoulder the way you say you did. That it wasn’t a suspect that shot you.”

He froze, a cold sweat beading along his forehead. He forced himself to swallow, then glanced at Felicity over his shoulder. She stood a few feet away, the nervous twitch of her hands betraying the calm expression she’d plastered on her face.

He cocked his head to the side. “I don’t know—”

“Your partner Greg Cavenaugh was the one who shot you. With the gun you planted on the suspect before you passed out. You didn’t want his name tarnished, seeing as he was already dead.”

He pursed his lips. “Felicity…”

“If you’re going to lie to my face, Casey, you’d better do a damn good job of it.”

He glanced away, knowing he wasn’t nearly pulled together enough to lie. Memories flickered through his head and for a moment, he thought he might pass out. Her hand landed on his arm, drawing him back.

He looked at her again. “How?”

“If you want to know that, then you’ll agree to see me. Otherwise…” She shrugged, then turned, returning to her chair. “It’s your play, Casey. But it you want to unearth what Greg was really up to—solve the case you’ve secretly been working on since you regained consciousness—you’ll meet me back here on Friday. After hours. Your protective services should be wrapped up by then.”

He frowned, then opened the door, leaning against it once he’d shut the damn thing. He glanced at the slab over his shoulder, picturing her reclaiming her seat. He reran her words, wishing he could just walk away. But if Felicity had any information on what Greg had been involved in—what he’d died over—Casey couldn’t simply let it go.

He cursed, walking back along the hallway. Felicity had better be ready because the woman had just gotten far more than she’d bargained for. And the truth was only a small part of it.

 

And that’s it for me. I know, but… damn it these things are hard. Go check out the other ladies…

Bronwyn Green  |  Deelylah Mullin  |  Paige Prince