Wednesdays bring a new prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, graciously provided by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I’m always glad when I can post early, then I have more time to read and comment my fellow Fictioneers’ stories. Since there are around 100 entries each week, there is a lot to read and comment, which makes up half of the fun of this challenge.
The task is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
The performers line up for the dance. Some stand alone, others in groups. In perfect rhythm their artful steps weave magic on the audience. The Elites are spellbound. The Serfs are proud.
Marcus counts the dancers at every brief pause. Three solo, a group of nine, five solo. His eidetic memory records the numbers in the exact order. He smiles; he doesn’t need the analysts to decode the message. The Underground’s been planning this for weeks.
In plain sight of the enemy the dancers tell him, “Attack Salt Creek Compound 11pm August seven.”
The Elites won’t know what hit them.
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