This is Part 30 of an on-going serial I’m writing called, “Lyr the Enchanter”. To read the story from the beginning, you can find the story index, here.
As the dream-mist lifted, reality hit hard.
‘What the hell is that?’ I asked Adrastia, surprised by the big red shiny giant moving towards us.
‘Umm…well…if I had to guess, I would say…some kind of guardian…’ For once, my wife didn’t sound certain.
‘It looks angry,’ I pointed out. ‘And for some reason, that anger appears to be directed towards us. Why is that, do you think?’
‘Maybe because someone interrupted the magic it was standing guard over.’
I turned to face Adrastia. She looked away.
‘What do you want me to say, Lyr? That it’s my fault? Don’t you think we have more important things to worry about than who to pin the blame on?’ She never thought that whenever she was trying to pin the blame on me.
I ran back to the manor house door, hoping to find sanctuary within. Unluckily for us, the door was stuck.
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #30 | Word count: 150 words exactly, again! Woohoo!
Nice segue. And a clever transformation of tractor!
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Thank you. I think what helped was the tractor looked like it had eyes, and then it was only a small jump to the fast moving red, shiny guardian 🙂
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It was the reason I took the photo. I had to squeeze past it, through nettles and brambles; damn thing was parked on a public footpath. Then … it got its revenge
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