The candidate

Despite her nearly unbearable anguish Eva trudged ahead, hardly able to lift a boot out of one snowy imprint before making the next, practically falling forward with every step as the wind pelted her petite bundled body, freezing her brittle bones. It wouldn’t be long now since her actions had caused a horrendous chain of events; consequences she could neither have foreseen nor stopped, especially since Arden had blocked her ability to control the weather when she had lingered a nanosecond too long at her grandmother’s bedside selfishly trying to save her instead of continuing on as she should have done.

Prior to the endless and bitter winter controlling Eva’s quadrant and destroying her body, she had enjoyed boundless freedom, daily breathing in the intoxicating euphoria of flight when her wings had been wet and warm, not frozen and broken as they now were. Arden’s severe jealousy of Eva’s gifts, in particular her uncanny ability to help others discover their own, had placed her on the wanted list where she had remained for aeons, saved only by miraculous wings that had hurtled her effortlessly through space faster than the speed of time, allowing her precious seconds to protect the future from Arden’s efforts to destroy Earth and allow Hellbor to flourish.

Being in constant motion had not only protected her from destruction, but had also kept her from thinking too much, as her thoughts could not withstand the sheer force of the time-warp, which had, prior to the deadening winter, kept her from feeling guilty that she had once supported Arden with her vote, her body and her heart.

 

Lillie McFerrin

 

This week’s word is “candidate” -from the great Lillie McFerrin and her weekly Five Sentence Fiction prompt. Click on the icon to visit and try your hand at your own five!

16 thoughts on “The candidate

  1. Sometimes your words flash back a memory from long ago, this time trudging across the snow of Hungary, escaping past mine fields to freedom in Austria, pulled by my mom. Her name was Eva. So, where’s the picture?

    1. I do believe in the power of good prevailing over evil. I’m not sure I could end things without her getting a bit of something that feels like revenge in the end. Of course she is too sweet (yet powerful) to gloat. See, she is speaking right now, through this comment. Geez Eva, what is it your are trying to say? Thanks for your frequent visits, Lisa!

    1. Josie – thank you for visiting. I had not really named the regret as such, being that I cannot stand having them (regrets), but yes, she is struggling with this as she trudges, isn’t she? She is wishing she could have been more heartless with her grandmother so that she could have saved so many more…perhaps her grandmother needs to reincarnate….hmmmmmmmm

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