Microfiction: The first stone II

Following on from Charli’s prompt.



Clouds in her eyes, dust rising in the blue, she waited. The rumble travelled up through the soles of her feet and she quivered with delight. The village carried on winking silently as the first boulders bounced down the mountainside. Her lips curled in an unpleasant smile and she crept closer to the edge. This she did not want to miss.

The church bell swung, ringing out a discordant alarm. That and the rocks drowned the cries of fear. She wanted to hear them scream! Frowning in disappointment, she slid her arms around an oak trunk and peered down.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

8 thoughts on “Microfiction: The first stone II”

  1. Please don’t throw a rock at me…this made me think of the Grinch up on his mountain. 🙂 Only darker. But oh, I love this line: “She wanted to hear them scream! “

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