We’ve all be given the same photo and have to come up with a story based on the image. It’s always fun to see what everyone comes up with. 🙂
I’ve delved into the world of my (horribly neglected) serial, Your Lies. It isn’t about any of the main characters – just set in the same world.
Cora Hale stared at her reflection, ignoring her family’s voices behind her. This was the last place she wanted to be, but she didn’t have a choice.
She never had a choice.
It was just a fact of life, and she’d accept it.
She jolted at her father’s voice and turned quickly.
“Come on,” he said, gesturing for her to join the rest of the family.
She nodded and crossed the room, stopping next to the couch her mother and two sisters sat on, waiting for instructions. They were having a family portrait done—immortalizing the perfect family before they sent her away. For her own good, they said. She’d get help with her “problem” then come back home, they claimed.
But she knew better.
She was getting locked up and was never going to be free, again. All because of her dreams. Dreams that came true. Something she had no control of.
She bit back a snort. When had she ever had control of anything? When had she ever really been free? She was getting sent away, but it was really just going from one prison to another.
“She’ll stand here,” her father said, waving away the photographer who had stepped forward with a murmured suggestion on positioning.
Ah, yes, standing to the side while the rest of the family sat together. Wouldn’t want anyone to think you were too close to the daughter who had magic—not that anyone knew, but just in case it ever got out. That was her father, always thinking ahead, protecting the family image. His image.
“All right, everyone look here. Smile.”
Cora lifted her gaze and stared at the camera, trying to smile but she suspected her expression wasn’t a picture of happiness. She blinked rapid after the flash went off.
She nearly stumbled back. That wasn’t her father’s voice. It’d come from behind the camera. She looked at the dark-haired man with stormy gray eyes intent on her. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly as he held her gaze.
Whatever her father had been about to ask was cut off when the photographer waved a hand without looking away from Cora. Heart pounding, she glanced over and gasped as she saw her family slumped against the sofa, eyes closed, but chests raising and falling rhythmically.
“Are you ready?”
She turned back to the man…the Magic-user. He’d stepped away from the camera and was watching her, head tilted to the side slightly.
“Ready?” she whispered.
He reached out, hand open. “To be free.”