Monday, March 17, 2014

Forefront (Flash Fiction)


When I first laid eyes on it I thought I was seeing things. Surely they wouldn't have put a child at the forefront of such an important battle and surely that child could not a girl. But the evidence was before me and when I thought I had indeed witnessed an honest illusion, she turned and smiled at me.

Her small, petite figure was perched atop a massive, black warhorse, the golden reins and bridle accenting the contrast between the figures. She had a crown of honey-blonde hair and her eyes were the color of autumn before all life had left.

Pretty pink lips parted in a soundless murmur and I looked away, staring straight ahead through the perked ears of my own mount. I felt a shiver run through me and then I heard her warcry.

An unearthly scream shook the very skies above us and we charged forward.

So that was why.

(c) Sara Harricharan
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