Silver Sinews and Clockwork

Ann turns grandfather’s key inside the slot she found on the saddle. “Please help me as you did him.”

Beneath her, a spark changes into a heartbeat of fire within the statue. It trembles, then a mustang of silver sinews and clockwork rears with a high-octane cry.

Copyright © 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:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

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

Twitter picture

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

Facebook photo

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

Cancel

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: