Spy Bubble She formed it in her palm, a translucent sphere, caressed by a rainbow sheen. It floated, carried by the breeze with her full consent. Higher it flew; it accelerated, heading towards the army’s lines. Eyes closed, she concentrated; her bubble bobbed o’er the mages’ camp. Through it she spies. Her lips move as she counts her foes. Trouble wears a blue robe; his kolh-lined eyes follow her bubble. He spins dervish-fast, chases her spell-wrought spy past armed men who wallow in the respite. In the air he traces a quick pattern, a counter to her spell. Her bubble pops but she’s got her intel. ~ … Continue reading Spy Bubble – Photo-Fiction #12