Having no muse, I decided to build on the character and world of Marci from last week. Five minutes on the clock…
Her gaze rose to the opening of Tirusian sound, the exit the Queen Majesty had used in its final voyage away from the city. Oh, how the people had rejoiced. All but Marci.
She shifted her weight and smiled. Just a day ago, it would have been illegal for her to sit on the dock. The Queen’s occupation had smothered the people’s rights. Today, celebrations abounded, but happiness escaped Marci… a feeling harder to grasp than the cooling water that ran between her fingers.
Footsteps on the boards caused a shiver to tingle through her spine. She breathed deeply, cool calming breaths to remind her that she no longer faced the terror of the Queen’s guards.
The steps stopped, but she forced her eyes forward, to the sea despite the threatening presence of the person behind her.
Okay, seven minutes. I cheated.