Tuesday Tales: Writing Hammered Bracelet

Welcome to Tuesday Tales, a weekly blog featuring diverse authors posting excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. I’m pleased you have joined me today. This week’s picture prompt is bracelet. My snippet is from a novel I am working on featuring Sumerian mythology. Enjoy the other authors at Tuesday Tales.

She sat on a rug on the floor with her legs crossed, contemplative style. Her hands clasped tightly together, she struggled not to rock back and forth in her excitement at the teacher’s words. This was the part she loved best.

“We speak of the Old Ones who from heaven to earth came. Their golden glow preceded them. Soft and shining was their light when they came into the chamber of assembly. Bright and blinding it was when unabated, nearly as bright as our great golden sun. Their blood was not red like yours, but cast blue by the makeup of their heavenly abode. A trace of that blood flows within you, as they made you, forming bodies from clay and magical notations. Your life is owed to them, the Old Ones who breathed it into you. From whence came they? From the great emptiness beyond the known worlds, far beyond the wandering jewels of the night sky.”

With a flick of his thumb onto the crystal in his palm, the wall illuminated with a depiction of colorful, round celestial balls. She and the other acolytes had begun to learn their measurements, particularly the brilliant globe of Inanna, the morning and evening star. Others in the night sky were as dim as the faintest of shimmers, and some even invisible. The pictures on the wall showed them up close, as the old ones had encountered them.

“They came from beyond the gaseous blue giant, unseen to our eyes, warrior of the heavens.” A flick on the crystal caused a ball to loom and stagger before them, painfully bluer than heaven itself. The students gasped as it gyrated about the room in mad spirals that left it lurching on its side. “They came from beyond the hammered bracelet, that death seeking travail of ice and peril.” Now on the wall appeared a black sky with countless pinpoints of light traveling in a circle, with a great hole in the center. “See where they punched through. To pierce the bracelet took all the might of their heavenly ships and the cosmic power of their burning mace.”

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt bracelet. Thanks for stopping by. Return to Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance