Five Sentence Fiction – Pages
By Scott L Vannatter
Isabella struck out into the billowing wind, carrying her precious package under one arm while moving branches out of the way with the other.
Climbing a small rise, she stepped out into the open, near the altar, and lay the heavy book on the moss-covered stone lectern.
She opened the tome, turning the pages with obvious delight at the touch of each skin parchment etched in the blood of sacrifices.
Finding the text she desired, her chanting voice filled the night, overriding the wind, and causing sparks to jump from her fingertips onto the ancient writings.
Eyes turned blood-red and glowing, she brought both hands from the Necronomicon* in order to raise them in defiance of the world and the heavens.