And the final response! I hope you guys enjoyed reading these as much as I enjoyed writing them... because they were a total pain in the ass to write (especially this little fire trucker). ;)
Round Five
Inspiration: "The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops." (Waiting for Godot)
Word count: 100
Blur, Third Place
His eyes glint silver in the moonlight as I kneel before him.
My vision blurs and I breath deeply, desperate for him not to see me so weak, so vulnerable, so absolutely abhorrent.
He is cold and distant. He is beyond my reach, and his contemptuous sneer is too much. I crack.
"You promised," I cry weakly.
His expression softens, and his eyes become distant. "Did I?" he asks, almost smiling.
The tip of his wand presses between my eyes while burning tears roll down my cheeks with abandon. It's my turn to weep, though I'll soon forget why.
"Imperio."