At the beginning of January, I posted a prompt challenge for a complete scene instead of just a caption. Behold the prompt:
And the winner isAnne of Lothlorien!
“He’s gone. You left him. You left him. You left…”
“I know!” she gasped to the icy gusts, dropping to her knees, her mind tortured with images. His gentle face. The blood on his back. The look in his eyes when she had fled. Pain and love. Such a deep love.
Her grip loosened from the flagpole and it fell to the ice. The sword in her other hand dropped until it too rested on the ground. It was over.
She had left him when he needed her. She had run when she should have fought. And now he was surely dead, and she was paying for it.
She just wanted to die.
She wanted to escape her haunting memories.
‘Please, let me die.’ She closed her eyes for what she hoped was the last time.
Her mind reeled. It couldn’t be… but it was his voice.
‘Get up. Open your eyes.’ She desperately wanted to, but she couldn’t. She was too cold.
She felt a warmth drape over her, and then she was being lifted, and carried away. Was she dead? Was this the White Shore?
Three words were breathed in her ear, in that voice she knew.
“I love you.”
She opened her eyes.
It was him. He was carrying her, wrapped in his cloak.
“I found you.” He said. “I love you.”
She reached up, hesitantly, and touched his cheek, wanting to be sure this wasn’t a taunting dream.
“I love you too.”
You have 100-250 words to write a short story/scene that goes with this picture. You have until March 31st to submit your scene in the comments below. I’ll announce the winner in March. Anyone can enter, but keep your entries clean. No swearing, no gore or sensuality. Have fun!