For some reason I am out of sync with my writing prompts (tired? winter? cold?) hmmm….. Regardless I’m back for Blog Battle. Check the site out for all the details and the other writers battling the word “dusk”.
She looked at the glass in front of her and closed her eyes. Was she ready for this? The liquid in the glass was like nothing she had seen before. There was smoke coming off of it and the liquid was spirals of silver and gold.
Alice had pleaded for this opportunity. Now she didn’t know if she could do it. Drink that. The light was quickly fading and dusk was almost here. That magical period where the drink would only work in those circumstances. If she didn’t drink it now she would have to wait another year until her birthday day. Plus would she be given the opportunity again? Alice doubted it.
She took a deep breath and picked up the glass. One continuous drink. Alice closed her eyes so the smoke wouldn’t bother them and started to swallow. It tasted like black licorice. Seconds later it tasted like soap. The smell she associated with fresh cut Christmas trees. Everything was rapidly changing as she drank. Too fast to keep track of. Done.
Alice put the glass back on the table and felt exhausted. It was now dusk and the street lights were coming on. She closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair. Nothing. This was a waste of time.
All of a sudden she felt cold and damp. Her eyes flew open and she was outside in a clearing looking at a manor house. Alice looked around. Nothing was familiar. She pinched herself. Was this it? Her opportunity to find answers. Alice headed towards the house.
You can always start now!