Flash Fiction: Looming

He watched her loom above the ledge.

She peered down. “You can walk that?”

He turned to the tightrope strung to the tower. “You wove it.”

The clothomancer dismissed her magic loom with a snap, handing him a net. “For the guards.”

“I’ll save your son.”

“Bless you.”



Copyright © 2019 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

Discover more of my Aethereal Musings.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: