Monday, January 9, 2012

Savage (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images.


"Savage and wild, that one is."
That’s what he said when he pointed her out on the cliffside. I kind of thought he was joking. I kind of hoped, anyway.

How does a girl even know what to do with so many blades? She barely looks even half the weight of the broadsword on her back. But from the slit in her left sleeve, I saw the marks when she dropped by the mess tent.

The entire patch of sunburned skin was covered in blue, black and purple dots. Perfect round pinpricks of color.

Every dot represented a dueled match won.

I'd never seen so many on any one person.

The Colonel thumped me on the back with a smirk as I choked on my mashed dinner. “I told you, boy.” He laughed."Savage and wild, that one."

I wondered, if maybe, she’d like to be my friend.

(c) Sara Harricharan


Kristina said...

I love this! Every time I visit your blog, I find myself rereading this one. This warrior woman intrigues me. ^_^