PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers (other stories using the prompt can be found here)
A detail that may be of interest; This week’s flash fiction turned out to be set in the novel series I am working on. I think my muse might be telling me something since I’ve been slack – Get back to work beetch… (She’s so polite!)
An alley. Always happens in an alley. Every single time. Why not in the pub across the road? The cops and guardians paid off. Hell, they are usually the main consumers on the black market. The venue warmer, a fire raging in the hearth. Oh his phoenix blood detested the snow, rivaling his dislike for crowds. He tapped his foot in the snow, leaving an imprint. Patience not one of his virtues. His hand rested on his dagger at his waist. Can never be too careful when there is a price on one’s head. A lightning bolt illuminated the shadows. The transaction would have to wait while the snow stained with battle blood.
Note: In this mythological story world, lightning comes from rival Lightning Birds