Trifecta: Week Sixty-Two
On to the weekly prompt.
b : grimace <made a mouth>
c : an individual requiring food <had too many mouths to feed>
2a : voice, speech <finally gave mouth to her feelings>
b : mouthpiece
3: something that resembles a mouth especially in affording entrance or exit: as
- Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
- You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
- The word itself needs to be included in your response.
- You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
- Only one entry per writer.
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Here is my submission.
Strolling hand in hand, they looked like a golden couple.
The Gypsy’s prophecy was coming true.
Last year, just for fun she had gone into the tent of that Gypsy, who had gazed into the crystal ball & prophesied “You will meet a man & your life will change but….” She could not remember the rest.
A few days later, she had found Richard, lying unconscious, on the beach.
And the rest, as they say, was history…she thought & smiled.
Her reverie was broken.
“Darling, here we are!”
She had not realized that they had walked this far.
She shivered, looking at the gaping mouth of the cavern.
IT looked hungry.
Richard pulled her closer. “Cold?” She nodded, not wanting to spoil his childlike enthusiasm.
“Are you okay?” He asked solicitously.
Shrugging off her momentary unease as fanciful imagination, she stepped inside and
My God! Fairies, gnomes, nymphs & all kinds of magical creatures flitted here & there in a beautiful garden.
“Remember, I told you, I belong to another world & you said it did not matter? Well, this is my kingdom.
Will you be my Queen & wear this?”
He held out a beautiful conch, an iridescent tiara sitting on it.
She was speechless with surprise.
Dazed, but with a heart overflowing with love, she bent to pick it up.
“Ouch!” Blood oozed from her hand & fell on the tiara.
The tiara became black & glowed! She screamed.
Hearing an evil laugh, she whirled around.
Richard was turning into a dark, evil looking monster in front of her eyes!
He sneered, “Foolish mortal! I only needed a Virgin’s blood. Now, I & my kind can rule for another century!”
Her delicate senses were assailed by the dank, rotting smell of death.
Terrified, she looked around. All magic had disappeared. Ghoulish creatures lurked in shadows. She felt blood draining away as the warning of the gypsy came back to her “…but do not trust the gift of the sea!”