With every step she took, frigid mist rolled over the sand, devouring the little grains’ warmth. The crackling of the sand freezing under her feet echoed through the air, announcing her presence.
“Knock knock, guess who?” She lilted in a sing-song voice, pausing at the broad stone gate guarding where he dwelled. Bending down to the gate’s bottom beam, she scratched into the stone with her fingernail, as sharp as an icicle and as hard as a diamond. Traitor’s Gate. An apt name for her traitor of an ex-lover.
Dusting shards of stone off her pale knees, she called out again. “Open the door, honey, or I’ll knock it down.”
There was silence as the gate stubbornly stayed closed.
“Have it your way.”
She placed a small hand, no larger than a girl’s, on the warm stone entrance. Ice trailed from her palm like intricate spider webs, snapping and bending the rock until it broke as easily as glass. With a gentle shove, the gate collapsed into splinters at her feet. She stepped over the words she carved glistening up from the wreckage, and strolled into the yard.
“Honey, I’m home!”
© Jade M. Wong 2017
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Word Count: 191.
Still blowing off some dust on the writing muscles, but the muse really likes this badass heroine. I think one more story to wrap up her revenge tale, hmm? Stay tuned, guys!