Ritu from But I Smile Anyway created the #Loveuary blog hop, which feels like a perfect time to explore the next three chapters of my Star Trek: Enterprise TnT fan fiction story, Love and Loss – a hundred words at a time.
I’m using word prompts for each day, randomly gathered. Today, I’m also using the weekly Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt – this week, “hair”, used however we choose.
If you’d like to add to the pool, list your choices in the comments – bonus points if they don’t sound especially like they’d fit a science fiction story. I love a challenge!
Prompt words appear in bold, and today’s contributors are credited at the end of the post.
One more thing: Standard disclaimer applies. I don’t own these characters or the world they inhabit. They just like whispering and shouting stories into my brain, which I share with you freely, as an act of love.
He’d Been Wrong
This mission was as demanding and dangerous as any Shran had undertaken with the Imperial Guard. His charge was still experiencing episodes of irrational, uncontrolled violence.
The damage was extensive.
He’d thought many things of this young woman, in the time he’d known her, but he’d been wrong about almost everything but that she was a Vulcan female.
“The wrong scent. The wrong man,” she whimpered, curling into him again. “I’m bereft. Hollow. Desolate.”
“I know.” Shran held her, stroking her dark tangled hair, and tried not to respond to the undeniable fact that T’Pol was a very sensual woman.
Why is Shran comforting T’Pol?
Today’s words come from:
Linda at Life in Progress: