Reblogged from Jane Dougherty Writes:
This short story is inspired by Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt.
And after thirty thousand years of enchanted sleep, when the giants had finished their battles and their feuds, Balor opened his one eye and his lips parted. Daylight shone between his jagged stone teeth waking the warriors who had lain sleeping, forgotten, on the smooth, broad expanse of his tongue. His jaw ground slowly open in a roar of triumphant laughter…
Continue reading Jane’s story at: Microfiction #writephoto: Stone laughter