Posts Tagged ‘flame’

melting-wax-renee-heath

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/04/30/2-may-2014/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, listen for the whispers.

Here’s my contribution:

Wick Whispers

Her honed blade easily divided meat and sinew from the gelatinous yellow fat, the result of sickening gluttony. She hummed as she toiled, tossing chunks into the heavy cast pot set upon a rendering flame. The mass would consume several hours before uniformly liquefying which afforded Marta opportunity to arrange her wicks and embellish the simple glass jars with her signature label, Spirit Essence Votive. These were her best sellers for how the melted wax seemed to stretch and reach and some clients would talk of wick whispers.

Marta understood.

Each votive contained a secret ingredient which yearned for escape.

jKb

 

FlashFiction Prompt lamps

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/03/27/29-march-2013/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, the flame can only linger a short while.

Here’s my contribution:

According To Plan

The thing about magic,” Sophie shared while setting two oil lamps upon the table. She produced a lighter, brought life to one and repositioned the hurricane glass.

…not the slight-of-hand stuff, I mean the real thing…” She exhaled a kiss against the glass and the flame shimmered. “Pay attention.” Sophie began to blow and the flame quivered, then, simply snuffed out.

With a finger snap another flame licked to life in the second vessel, only this conjured tongue cast thick shadows.

…it doesn’t always go according to plan.”

The shadows melded.

And sometimes, it does.”

jKb