The Preacher’s Boy, Part One

A flash fiction series in three parts today, each part is rooted in one of the writing challenges I’m participating in this week. Here is Part One:

Martin’s kerosene lamp swung at his side, casting shadows over his worn homespun trousers.

As promised, a candle burned in Gillian’s window, her profile fine in the amber glow. Martin could just make out her mother-of-pearl pen pressed into her lady’s slipper curved lip.

He bent to choose a stone to tap the precious glass without breaking it, seeing instead a man’s figure join her at her writing-table, slip a diamond starburst on her finger.

Unaware of the grace of his laborer’s body, Martin swung his arm wide, launching the lamp, shattering glass with heat and fuel.

Read Part Two.

 

My Blog Can Beat Up Your BlogMy friend Lance is offering up a challenge: I give you a song, usually under 4 minutes, then you give me exactly 100 words inspired by the tune. How the inspiration manifests, is up to you.

This week’s song is Leave Your Light On, by Tim Eriksen of Cordelia’s Dad.

9 Responses to The Preacher’s Boy, Part One

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  3. I’m hooked already. I love historical fiction.

  4. I love “the grace of his laborer’s body.” Brought a smile…

  5. Beautiful prose of movement and awe….great job w the song. Leeroy will.love this

  6. Oh jealousy, thy name is Martin. I don’t think this will end well.

  7. haunting and beautiful, I love a heart that “wants”…this was perfect for that song, Cam.

  8. i think something is about to burn.

  9. You have a wonderful way with the figurative languages. Very nice Cameron

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