For the prompt 'Shift':
She sat hunched in the seat, bag clutched on her lap.
Imagine a vehicle moving away from the observer...
She didn't look through the window, gaze focussed inwards.
...Light moves at a constant speed. But a receding source...
Leaving forever. If only she could escape her own memories so easily.
...Yes, thank you, Willow. Can anyone else tell me the answer?...
The wrong answer, the only answer. Shocked betrayal in his eyes as she killed him.
...The light from receding objects is shifted to red...
There should have been red.
Blood on her hands.
...energy is lost as distance increases...
For the prompt 'Palm' (and appropriately enough, written on Palm Sunday):
It Would Have Been Like Woodstock
The donkey plods on, the man on its back less of a burden than the hot sun on its head. At least the road is soft; a lush carpet of palm leaves. People wave more around them, excited shouts ringing in their ears.
In a darkened, shuttered room, someone peers out through the window, carefully avoiding the direct sunlight.
"Listen to them. Romans aren't gonna like this. Be bloodshed before the week's out." *
"That's why we came."
"Not just us. Whole city's full of our kind."
"Sure. If I'm right, vampires will be talking about this for another 2,000 years..."
*Translated from the Aramaic.