Wedneday Words: Saint

I missed last week’s #1lineWed and I almost skipped this week’s theme because none of my crew are SAINTS. Nope. Not even the good guys. And yes, that’s this week’s theme: **SAINTS**. Anyway, doing a word search, I discovered I did have a SAINTLY reference in a snippet. It’s a random bit of wordage, part of a flash fiction challenge several weeks ago. Don’t asked me where these words will–if ever–appear. I hope eventually, a story will evolve but if not, I still like them and I’m glad for the opportunity to share them with you.
Her clunky boots echoed in the tomb-like silence of the church. The stone floors were hollowed out by the weight of hundreds of years and thousands of parishioners treading this same path. Rows of flickering blood-red votive candles drew her like the proverbial moth. She felt more like that dead cat, as her subconscious reminded her.

Your curiosity is going to kill you.

Maybe. Maybe not. No time for a chastisement that came far too late.

“Why are you here?”

Her lungs seized, heart pounding as those words whispered across the back of her neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The question wasn’t asked by her psyche, but she considered answers. Why was she there? Redemption? Perhaps. Resurrection? No. Not that.

Movement caught her attention. She watched in fascinated horror as stygian blackness coalesced behind a statue of some forgotten saint.

Who’s there!” She made her words a demand rather than questioning. She waited a heartbeat. Two. When no answer came, she added, “I’m not afraid of you.”

“You should be.” The shadows morphed into the silhouette of a man.

Her heart hammered in her chest but she stiffened her knees and spine. “Not me.”

The figure chuckled, a sound both frightening and enticing. “Everyone is afraid of Death.”

That last word held weight, like a royal title. She was probably foolish for not showing fear. Still, that wasn’t her. Not anymore. She remained silent, forcing the being to speak again.

“Then who will save you?”

“No one. I’ll save myself.” She fancied the figure smiled at her bravado.

“Brash. Perhaps even admirable, but in the end, no one escapes.”

The man who stepped into the uncertain candlelight was too beautiful to be real. She fought the urge to hide her face, conquering the need when he laughed. Her scars had been won honorably. She wouldn’t disgrace them.

“It appears I’m too late. You’ve already been rescued from the—”

“Who are you?” she demanded, cutting him off.

“I have many names.” His smile amped up in wattage. “You may call me Starr.”

She knew then, who she faced. This night, she would dance with the devil himself.

“Hello, Lucifer.”
Do you have any saints hanging around? Or do you have unconnected words that need a story? Feel free to share. And out of curiosity, what sort of story should this one morph into?


About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of several award-winning series--Moonstruck, Nightriders MC, The Penumbra Papers, and Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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4 Responses to Wedneday Words: Saint

  1. I know I say this a lot, but… SQUEE!

    You know, I almost thought you were writing a romance where Death is the hero, then you shot me the Lucifer angle. Which is cool. I still think Death as a romance hero would be an awesome idea, though. He needs some lovin’, too. Poor dude.

    I ran a search and the word saint is in short supply in any of my writings. I found one reference to Mt. St. Helens in my second book (which will probably never see the light of publication), but the writing is so… Blerg. Nope, won’t post it here.

    • Silver James says:

      Sometimes Iffy just grabs the ball and runs with it. I have no idea if the entity IS Lucifer or Death or just a scary man. Just like I have no clue who the heroine is. The snippet is there and maybe someday I figure out who/what she’s already rescued herself from, plus the rest of the story. Someday. In the meantime… 😉

  2. Damn Girlie,
    * goosebumps running up my arms*
    In my wip, After Then I have those who are saved in differentways ( 6 month Bailey who is a handful,3yr old Justin, hardened soldiers from what they witnessed in the sandbox)

    In Donna Grant Reaper Series ties in with her Dark Kings (DRragons) Death is a women who shocks everyone that she is a female. But she has a great weight that goes with the name.
    That’s all I got.
    Happy Hump Day Ladies.

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