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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
“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