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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
“Don’t let them capture you!” The old woman held him fast, her
wrinkled face scrunched up in a web of confusion, her dark eyes
piercing.
The man hesitated, torn between shaking off her grasp and then
between running into the open or out into the shelter to hide. “The best
intentions are merely that, dear lady.” He murmured, reaching to pry
the gnarled fingers off from his sleeve.
The grip tightened even more if that was possible and the dark eyes
glittered with a sudden fire that he hadn’t seen there before.
“Good intentions can lead to good plans.” She warbled. “Don’t let
them capture you.” She winked. “I can’t come save you, if they do.”
The sound of armor clanking and feet running caused her to jump and release her grip on the captive man.
He gave a jerky bow and bolted for the shadowy doorway at the corner
of the brick archway. She sighed and watched him go. That was another one.
Another one lost for the cause.
(c) Sara Harricharan
A/N: Not a clue where this was going, just the idea of a wise old woman saving a potential hero from disaster. 🙂