Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Petition (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images. I own nothing.


“Would you sign our petition, please?” The teen bravely held up the battered board and the carving knife.

The seasoned healer eyed stared her down from the elevated position behind thie medcine counter. “It’s not going to do you much good, child.” She grunted, after a moment. Her wrinkled hands dipped beneath the counter and returned with white rolls of bandages in hand that were immediately handed off to the nearest orderly. “You’re best off leaving them all alone.”

“I can’t!” The girl retorted. “Just give me a chance! Give them a chance. They deserve it, after all that they’ve done, how can we just-!”

“I’m not saying that you have to give up on it, just that you might be mores useful in other places, girl.” She sighed and reached for the proffered knife. “You’ll regret this one day.”

“No I won’t.” The girl held her chin higher.

“They all say that.”

“I won’t.”

“Brave last words, my dear.”
“I love you too, Nana.” She shot back.

The old healer carved her name into a smooth section of the board and then pricked her thumb to give the usual drop of blood that would allow for verification of her signature. “I wish thee well.”

“I’ll see you soon.” The board flashed and groaned. The girl closed her eyes and waited. It took a half-second before the portal opened and sucked her in. There was nothing left behind.

The old woman sighed. “You’re too soft-hearted.” She told the empty room. “With your bleeding heart, you won’t have the strength to save what you’re fighting for.”

(c)Sara Harricharan


Joanne Sher said...

Okay - TOTALLY intrigued. Tell me the rest!!! :)

Kristina said...

What she said. I need to know more! ^_^