I’ve not often joined in at Flash! Friday yet, though it seems to have the largest community of all. The timing is a bit tricky for me to comment on other people’s stories – weekends are family time for me. I just guess I will have to make time.
For Volume 3.28 The prompts were:
Opening the door to the carriage, I paused on the cusp of entering, momentarily perturbed by the almost familiar juddering of the locomotive. My consternation passed, and I nodded in greeting to my new-found travel-mates. Taking my repose, I loosened my cravat and reached for my book: Meditations by Marcus Aurelius (in the original Latin, of course).
Without warning there was a prickliness to the air, that I’d liken unto just before the deliverance provided by a summer storm. Each traveller looked up, with surprise writ large on our features. Something dashedly vexing then occurred… a fellow appeared, garbed most strangely. His shimmering coat put me in mind of that magnificent one possessed by Joseph.
Naught but garbled yips and whistles assailed our ears when first he spake. Frowning, he made a gesture with the curious device in his hand. A beam shot out, engulfing the carriage in a disconcerting light. “Milord, this Temporalist has come at great danger with the utmost urgency. I require your assistance. I beseech you, please walk through the door before -” With that, he disappeared. Uncontrollably I felt drawn to the handle.
Opening the door to the carriage, I paused on the cusp of entering, momentarily perturbed by the almost familiar juddering of the locomotive.