Stillness (Flash Fiction)

The stillness is like silence.

Thunderously deafening.

I’m not sure what I should say or do about it. Maybe I don’t have to
do anything. But then, that would mean that I’m giving into it, doesn’t
it?

I don’t know. I’m never very good at any of this.

A rock whizzed through the air and sliced the spot where I’d stood a half-second later.

“Not funny, Mark.” I didn’t even bother to turn. he was supposed to be standing still–too.

“I’m not laughing.” He shot back. “Can we move yet?”

“Wait for the signal.” I tried not to hiss. I wanted to. I actually
think I rather would have liked to bite him–with all six of my
venom-tipped fangs.

Just to hear him yell.

“We’ve been waiting for over two hours, Di.”

“And we’ll wait two more.” I growled back.

Something rustled nearby. I flexed my jaw, working it to bring the
venom to the surface, both in the fangs and the claws sliding painlessly
to the surface of my fingertips.

“Di?”

“Down!” I threw myself forward with a bit of a spin, twisting through
the air to land on the enemy soldier. He’d crept up, close enough to
almost reach us. Close enough and no further. I sank claws and fangs
into the supple body.

A howl rent through the air.

The stillness, broken.

Mark whined, softly.

I snarled in answer and this time, we both launched forward from the greenery and down the mountainside. 

(c) Sara Harricharan