I am joining in the fun led by Miss Sonya: three line tales. She gives the pic and we decide exactly what our three lines consist of. Read the other tales by searching the tag “three line tales.” If you want to join in, check out the directions HERE.
The light flared, cascading gold and silver sparkles over his hands. He thrust his hand up, waving the wand wildly, attempting to write his name in light before the end.
Then, movement below caught his eye. Hard shiny carapaces glinted back at him in the glittering light. The final spark fell.
His eyes, blind from the bright sparks, strained to pierce the utter blackness as he heard the clicking of hundreds of feet on the cement.