So after last week’s semifinalist win on Flash! Friday, I almost feel obligated to write on this week’s prompt. It seems geared toward fantasy, so I tried writing a fantasy piece. This is an unpracticed genre for me, so the story is more description than plot. Here is today’s prompt:
The sun sinks into the mackled wineglass. Soon the wine will swallow it up, and I will swallow the wine, touched by the sun’s radiance.
The crimson wine slides down my throat as I ingest the sunset. The essence gives me strength.. Soon my power will surpass the glass, will surpass the air itself. My wings will unfurl and I will rise, weightless, into the sky. I will barely clear the tops of the trees as I soar, dialoguing with the bats hunting their dinner. I will warn them, advise them to steer clear the far off trees. As they watch, the trees shimmer. A veil of birds rises from them, followed by my mate. I call to him, shrieking across the sky, a glass-shattering squeal heard for miles. The gryphon glides my way, meets me, delicately gripping a wineglass in his talon.