Flash Fiction * Aspiring Writers * 150 words * 9 March 2016
Image by Louise @The Storyteller’s Abode
Keep twenty-one paces behind him, Xander’s warning hissed in her mind while Celeste tenderly crept up the stone steps. She should not have come to the old world, should not be this close to such secrets. Ambition — that is what drove her, the desire to have her name on a cold brass plaque or clever sculpture. Now, success seemed trifle. The secrets in the lost text were lost for a reason. The secrets could be the undoing of civilization, a complete upheaval in understanding.
At seventeen paces, Celeste paused, watching the target descend the opposing set of steps – right where she needed him to be to activate the archaic trap. Four paces further. She ascended the staircase, found the mossy-gouge, and pulled the lever. Click.Clack.Click. Even upwind, not a soul heard him scream. Celeste smiled, sent a confirmation text, and took a selfie on the stairs. Ambition shined on.
Picture c/o Louise: https://pricelessjoy.files.wordpress.com/2016/03/photo-20160308033919528.jpg