A Momentary Prometheus
02 Jul 2019Today’s prompt: “Remember something momentous that happened to you. Then write about what happened right before the incident.”
Immediately before the mob of angry villagers stormed your castle and gored you to death with their pitchforks, you and your creation were sitting down with a nice bottle of scotch to toast your success.
“To life,” you said.
“To life,” he replied, raising a glass in his hand, stitches encircling his wrist.
You clinked glasses and felt the whiskey burn your throat.
“Woo!” the monster said as he returned his glass to the table. “Is it supposed to taste like fire?”
“Oh, yes,” you say. “I should have warned you.”
Dimples stretch out toward the bolts in his neck as he smiles. “Fire good.”
And that’s when you heard the ruckus outside.