Six Sentence Sunday, 19 February 2012 (The Necromancer and the Barbarian: a Love Story)

Albert approached Kirsten now, under the watchful eye of Petra. 

Yes, she granted, he might have a dance.

Kirsten matched him figure for figure. 

Somewhere in the middle of the set, another player joined  with drums. The rhythm grew insistent, marching one moment, jazz the next; Kirsten stamped, whirled, used Albert’s strong arm as a springboard for a somersault, both of her hands on his wrist—one of those stunts that seemed to erupt into the world like rough magic. Her hair flew about her face, the braid whipping like a snake behind her as she landed, back arched and feet foursquare, earth and air in the same motion, Antaeus as acrobat. 

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9 Responses to Six Sentence Sunday, 19 February 2012 (The Necromancer and the Barbarian: a Love Story)

  1. Alix Cameron says:

    I’m absolutely loving this story. Thank you for your wonderful writing.

  2. Great visual and description of action! I felt like I was in the flurry of her dancing…

  3. Sue says:

    Wow! Now that’s a dance! One of the lighter moments in the story I take it

  4. What a lovely description. You painted it beautifully!

  5. Vivien Dean says:

    The rhythm of the prose mirrors the tempo of their movements perfectly. Well done!

  6. Nick Kelly says:

    Lot of action built up in just that snippet. Great interaction.

  7. Becca says:

    Great description. I love they way you capture motion and emotion in one small passage.

    This passage doesn’t hint at what I know about Albert – that’s cool.

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