And now he is following the snake, through the opening in the courtyard wall - a large split in the rough stone through which he was barely able to squeeze himself - and down a dark corridor lined with more incense burners, these ones giving off the smells of clover, and cinnamon with burnt honey.
Cinnamon. That was what I called her. Our daughter…
Sebastian shakes himself out of this reverie and continues to follow the snake. The reptile is slithering up a baseboard along the edge of a staircase, rising higher, up into the towers of the Living Church. As he climbs the stairs he can see that the shadows are giving way to sunlight, and that the air has grown fresher, more full…
It feels good to have a name, Sebastian thinks. A name and some memories now, to help him with his climb.
This has been the Eighth Chapter of Act Two for my ongoing #freewrite serial story.
ACT TWO CHAPTERS
Chapter One *** Chapter Two *** Chapter Three
Chapter Four*** Chapter Five*** Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Here is Chapter Nine.
And here is the ACT ONE Chapter List, with all of the links for Act One.
Written in five minutes from the writing prompts, "cinnamon" as part of the #freewrite exercise. Image is by me as well. You can view the prompt here.Be sure to check out the other entries; each one with it's own unique flavour. Thanks to @mariannewest for creating and running this assortment of sweet and spicy confections.
Writing and images by Greg McCann, the author of this post and owner of this Steemit Channel. To view more of my work, please visit www.fireawaymarmot.com.