vignette

[marycatelli]

This week's prompt is:
fast

Anyone can join, with a 50-word creative fiction vignette in the comments. Your vignette does not have to include the prompt term.

Comments

[marycatelli]

"There's nothing you can do about it," said Belinda, through narrowed eyes, with a half-smile on her lips. "You can't imagine how good her dyes are, how fast the colors."
Robert spread the cloth over the stone, and bowed to Aidan.
Aidan nodded, and started to glow. Even with the light shining toward the cloth, the others looked away.
Then, thought Aidan, the cloth was rapidly turning purest white. It had to gleam in its own right, with the light playing on it. He should master it, learn to direct it better.
But the dye stain vanished when he stopped.

[jbellinger]

Is he going too fast?

[marycatelli]

He looped about. He could cross the city more quickly than this. One day, he might see how fast he could get, though not, he thought, in the city. For now, however, he needed to keep watch, and for that a far slower rate was needed.
Sometimes bicyclists outsped him.

[marycatelli]

Tee-hee-hee.

I think he just foreshadowed something.

[marycatelli]

It arched through empty space. Rid thought it might actually be faster than hers, plus a lead, but though it would reach the planet far before hers, it did not matter.
She pulled the trigger.
Because it would arrive in pieces.
The missile darted through space faster than she could track.

[jbellinger]

Tommy smelled the doughnuts when he walked by Puffen's bakery on the way to school. It wasn't fair. Sometimes they even had some left over for half price after school, too.

Each day lasted longer than the day before, and he sometimes dreamed of chocolate. What cruel joke had made them call this season "fast?"

[marycatelli]

how true