For this weeks Flash! Friday we had to incorporate a parking lot into a story about the following prompt:
Night Archer. CC2.0 photo by Tanakawho.
To the point
I sit patiently, nestled in the dark. I’ve spent my whole life waiting for my turn. I’ve jostled for position, pushed others out the way, fought my way through the crowds to get ahead, but another was always chosen. I remain in my place, rejected, discarded, redundant. Resigned to a life in the shadows.
When I was young I felt that I could be anything, I was ready to be shaped by the world. My friends were slowly transformed. Some spent their days playing with children, others lived in the kitchen, but I was always meant for something more. I was chosen to serve a loftier purpose, to bring justice to the world. I am ready and willing to do what is necessary.
I’m snapped from my dreaming by the familiar jolt of combat. I prepare myself. This is it.
The feeling I’ve been waiting for my whole life arrives quite suddenly. I rise from my slumber, ready to realize my potential. I slot into position. With a creak I am ready to be unleashed. I see my quarry and then I’m free, flying with true purpose. I’m ready to change the world.
I miss my target and hit the wall with a hollow thunk. Such a waste.
