4 days, 4 stories, 300 words. Each with a different set of prompts. Without further ado, I shall reveal week one's prompts:
Saturday 4th: A note, a photograph, the docks
La Belle sans âme: Part 1
The photograph was faded to yellow and ochre, the faces barely distinguishable. Karen traced the blurred outline of a child with one finger. An uncertain image, it would barely be a clue if it weren’t for the emotions vibrating from the paper. Psychic imprints outlasted ink. She could sense laughter and agony. The regret. Stains on a soul; something that was unique as DNA and traceable in this world and beyond.
And that was the weird thing - because if she was right about the child in the picture, she should have left no trace at all.
La Belle sans âme, they called her. Not a vamp. Not a were. Just soulless. The best kind of agent: untraceable, even by Psych-corps. Three of Karen’s colleagues were in the morgue now. Secrets had been stolen. The security of Psych-corps was at stake. And what would the world without Psych-corps be? Post-apocalyptic chaos. War, famine, murder, greed. The barely remembered horrors of the distant past, before Enlightenment.
A shiver ran through her and automatically she reached out for the silver web which spread across the collective unconsciousness, smoothing fears, warming hearts, soothing, neutral and cool. Enlightenment. The age of logic and reason. It poured through her like liquid moonlight, bathing her in its serenity. She steadied herself and looked once more at the picture.
Crabbed handwriting marked one corner. Holding it up to the light, she peered at it. “Dockyard, Calabrisky Bay.” Karen smiled. A starting place. Somewhere La Belle had stood once, bursting with the soul everyone said she did not have. A clue.