#PhotoStoryChallenge – Tunnel Vision
It’s late – this is the challenge from last week – but it’s here.
It’s time for this week’s #PhotoStoryPrompt! Write the start or part of a story based on the image below. One rule: your MC must use a shovel and say the words “it has to.” Optional challenge: write it as a screenplay. See full instructions ⬇️. #writingprompt #WriteFightGifClub pic.twitter.com/uZUHLNXgqI
— Radina Valova (@RadinaValova) April 5, 2018
“Are you sure this is the right place, choti bahana?” Sarika cé Surya asked. “I’m not sensing anyone.”
Ash turned her attention away from her scrying plate to watch her sister twirl a makeshift staff around her body. Two hours ago, it had been a shovel. (“For disguise purposes,” Sarika had claimed.) Twenty minutes later, the wood had abruptly cracked, dropping the head to the ground behind them as they walked on.
“I’m positive.” Ash sent her vision higher. At the edge of her Sight, the city loomed, neon lights bright against the dark of the surrounding buildings – she could almost hear the honking of cars and chatter of people. Where she and her sister were though, huddled in the dark of the tunnel, all she could see was treetops and the road – empty for miles in both directions.
“I don’t get it.” Her shoulders slumped. “I followed the directions exactly. This is the tunnel the Healer is supposed to be at. It has to be.” She dissolved the thin sheet of ice she was using as a scry plate, letting the ice melt and reform around her wrists as bracelets. “Why isn’t she here?”
(Thanks for the Hindi translation, Alex!)