The Touch of his Hand
“Ssh,” he soothed. “It’s all right now. Everything’s fine.”
Her shudders slowly eased as she relaxed against him. “I was so scared.”
“I know. Shh, now.” Magic effervesced beneath his fingertips as he ran his hand in calming strokes down her back, his powers reinforcing his words.
“I…” Her eyes began drifting shut, eyelashes briefly ghosting against her cheekbones before they flashed open in remembered alarm. “There’s something bad coming… Something…”
His hand continued its motion over her back. “It’s all right. There’s nothing bad coming. Just relax. Go to sleep. There’s nothing to worry about.”
Her eyes closed. Her breathing evened out.
Finally! He’d been starting to think she’d never relax.
With a pulse of power he loosened the tethers that held her soul bound into its fleshy cage. No longer guarded by conscious awareness, her soul slid easily free.
He smiled, dropping the empty body at his feet as he examined the glowing soul, so full of potential, now coalesced between his fingers. “You’ll have nothing else to ever worry about, at all.”
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This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This week’s prompt was provided by Goroyboy. I haven’t joined in with this challenge – or written much in the way of flash fiction at all, in fact – for a while now, bit I couldn’t resist this prompt.
I hope you enjoyed it.