Seonid’s fingers, usually so nimble, fumbled with the buttons at the neck and wrists of her gown. She was careful not to brush the silk damask against the damp, mildewed walls. She opened the door, letting in a burst of raucous laughter from below, and slipped down the stairs without a backward glance.
This post was written in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend prompt: give us a complete story in three sentences.
A little context can be found in previous posts: Need and The Other Sort of Need.
Christine Hanolsy 
I love that backward glance. She’s got secrets, this one. And this character was wings, for sure.
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I think you’re right – she does have secrets. I just don’t know quite what they are yet. 🙂
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Thanks for joining up with us for the weekend challenge. This is a beautifully-written piece and I love the cold, emotionless descent down the stairs. The raucous laughter suggests that perhaps she is not yet finished for the night. Hope to see you for the weekday challenge.
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Makes you curious for more.
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That first line is packed with suggestion. Love it!
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I want to know more of this story. Gorgeous sensory details.
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hmmm – who did she leave behind and who is before her? Def. want more. 🙂
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Ooh, very good. I can’t wait to read more!
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