Written for the Friday Fictioneers. A story, about a gamble that didn’t pay off, begins after the photo.
Candle Burning Bright
As flames seared the flesh of Krassicus, he cast one last spell, and his spirit inhabited a common candle in the abbey’s catacombs. One day, a mere drop of human blood dropped upon the candle would restore the sorcerer and his deadly black magic.
Krassicus could see and feel everything from the candle. He watched when archaeologist Hampton Smythe entered the dank room with his research assistant after 643 years of waiting. Smythe peered into an ancient book. “We need some light, Gepard.”
“How about a candle?”
Krassicus was set aflame once more. As hours of agony passed, his spirit melted away with the candle.
Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields takes us all on trip through our imagination where we write up to 100 words of flash fiction from a photo prompt. Join us! Here’s the week’s prompt: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/04/30/2-may-2014/