As July draws to a close, I’ve dedicated myself to my writing in order to escape from the pressures and heartaches of the real world. While most of my stories this month refused to flow from my fingertips, this storyline practically rushed through my fingers. When I selected this prompt, the basics of the story crystalized in my mind. Thankfully, Micro Fiction’s constraint of two hundred and fifty words helped me craft this micro-escape from reality.
But with the limited word count, and the constraint, I separated Samuel from his dragon. While most of his stories take place in the Wild West, I pulled him back to the east coast so he could visit one of his contacts, who provide him with specialized magical gear. Unfortunately, the word count prevents me from truly introducing this artificer. Thankfully, I’m able to drop the man’s name for later use.
Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.
The small crystal twirled about Samuel’s knuckles as he stalked down the snow-covered streets of New York. When he came to an intersection, Samuel lifted the gemstone. As the sunlight bathed the intricate surfaces, his lips curled into a grin.
Samuel shoved the trinket into his coat pocket and spun, latching onto the stranger. He tapped the tip of his nose and cocked his head. “It is something I need for my job.” Samuel wrapped his fingers around his chin and stepped back from the mysterious individual. “Who are you?”
“A student of the mystic arts, and that pretty object caught my attention.”
“I’m sorry but it’s not for sale.” As his lips pulled to a line, Samuel pointed down the sidewalk. “Go find Elias Ildacer, he’s a master artificer. He can craft whatever you might require.”
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