Silver and Yellow
Some more flash fiction for you today - and this one had to be less than 350 words. It's for weekly flash fiction practice my friends and I have started among ourselves, so expect more of these in the future! The prompt for this one was "silver."
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Time warped around Yellow and spat her out with the familiar pop. Jungle shrubs warped into flat counters; trees melted together to form walls; the stream solidified into a long carpet. She wobbled and clutched a hand to her head. “Oh dear.”
A fashionably dressed couple glanced at her with matching frowns. In front of them, a confused mess of colors passed for a priceless painting. Yellow whirled around, gaze sliding over the array of clashed-color art, until—there. A track of mud on the tiled floor. She scrambled after it.
“What happened to the Endari leader?” she muttered to herself. “Oh, the intern lost her somewhere in time.” She slid around a corner, arms flailing for balance.
No Endari leader. Three other exits. But ah—a red feather on the floor to the left.
In the gallery of geometric shapes, she caught a dislodged sphere bouncing away from its display. In the portraits, a mud print under the Queen. By the clay pottery, fingerprints on glass. Finally, she skidded to a halt in a room full of artifacts. A woman in tribal clothing was staring at the silver bowls in shock.
Yellow laughed. Endari artifacts. Imprinted silver from the woman’s own bedroom.
The chieftess spun, dropping into a defensive crouch.
“Come on, back you go.” Yellow pulled a second warp bracelet out of her pocket and waved it at the woman.
The chieftess growled something in ancient Endarian. Yellow frowned. She still hadn’t finished with ancient Zillish.
“I have to return you now that you’re not sick. Don’t you want to go home?”
More Endarian, and the tone sounded rather rude.
“Oh, screw it.” Yellow flicked on her torch, her audio notes, and her nuclear scanner, surrounding herself in a cacophony of sound and light. “I am the goddess Eshawa! Do as I say!”
The chieftess’s eyes widened. Yellow’s notes babbled about how to adjust scanner settings. She jumped forward and snapped the warp bracelet around the woman’s wrist. A moment for them to synchronize, then she smashed the engage, and time swallowed them with a pop.
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Time warped around Yellow and spat her out with the familiar pop. Jungle shrubs warped into flat counters; trees melted together to form walls; the stream solidified into a long carpet. She wobbled and clutched a hand to her head. “Oh dear.”
A fashionably dressed couple glanced at her with matching frowns. In front of them, a confused mess of colors passed for a priceless painting. Yellow whirled around, gaze sliding over the array of clashed-color art, until—there. A track of mud on the tiled floor. She scrambled after it.
“What happened to the Endari leader?” she muttered to herself. “Oh, the intern lost her somewhere in time.” She slid around a corner, arms flailing for balance.
No Endari leader. Three other exits. But ah—a red feather on the floor to the left.
In the gallery of geometric shapes, she caught a dislodged sphere bouncing away from its display. In the portraits, a mud print under the Queen. By the clay pottery, fingerprints on glass. Finally, she skidded to a halt in a room full of artifacts. A woman in tribal clothing was staring at the silver bowls in shock.
Yellow laughed. Endari artifacts. Imprinted silver from the woman’s own bedroom.
The chieftess spun, dropping into a defensive crouch.
“Come on, back you go.” Yellow pulled a second warp bracelet out of her pocket and waved it at the woman.
The chieftess growled something in ancient Endarian. Yellow frowned. She still hadn’t finished with ancient Zillish.
“I have to return you now that you’re not sick. Don’t you want to go home?”
More Endarian, and the tone sounded rather rude.
“Oh, screw it.” Yellow flicked on her torch, her audio notes, and her nuclear scanner, surrounding herself in a cacophony of sound and light. “I am the goddess Eshawa! Do as I say!”
The chieftess’s eyes widened. Yellow’s notes babbled about how to adjust scanner settings. She jumped forward and snapped the warp bracelet around the woman’s wrist. A moment for them to synchronize, then she smashed the engage, and time swallowed them with a pop.
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