Towards the City
As Aalen, Ashalla, and Vilja got nearer to the city they saw the land become more cultivated and ordered.
“How many years do your people usually live?” Ashalla asked.
“We don’t measure time the same way as you.” Aalen replied. “So I don’t know. As we get older our responsibilities increase. I helped protect the borders, so little was expected of me, but if I survived I would have eventually become an Elder of the village who were the sources of our wisdom and knowledge.”
Aalen looked out at the land. She knew that future was gone for her.
Joanne Fisher
Aalen’s story: previous episode
This was written with the prompt of growing older provided by the Carrot Ranch May 9 Flash Fiction Challenge.
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Measuring time by different yardstick. good.
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I really like this!
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Very evocative. I’ve so many questions from that tiny slice of prose. Great writing Joanne!
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I feel like this is great because it definitely builds on what we already know about the two characters. Love it!
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I sense the disorientation Aelen must feel. This is a good point in the story for her to be reflecting.
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