Saturday, December 21, 2019

"Trueheart"

Sir Trueheart was mad, Cecil knew. Cracked by the strain of finding the Lady's blackened body, the search outside the castle for whatever cherufe or salamander was responsible.

Before, Cecil had obeyed Trueheart's enraged commands, ignored his habitual dalliances. But now, he simply couldn't drive the dagger into his bared breast.

"Lord," he stammered, "let us again search outside."

Trueheart seized Cecil's wrist. Thrust in the blade. Jerked down.

There was no arterial gush. Rather a gout of ash, a startled hiss, a flash of flame.

"If only," Trueheart breathed, "it was outside. Cecil, I'll need that dagger once more."

8 comments:

Yvonne Osborne said...

Hi Loren,
Way to lead by example! Enjoyed this nasty little rout.

Loren Eaton said...

Thanks, Yvonne. It's not always good to be true to one's heart, eh?

Elizabeth Gaucher said...

Great. Now I'm haunted. Well done!

Patrick N. said...

Dang, Loren, between you and all the rest, I feel wayyyyy out of my league. But that's a good thing. I have many examples to learn from.

L said...

Graphic

TKM said...

Excellent

Rhonda Parrish said...
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Rhonda Parrish said...

Nicely done, dude. I had to read it twice, but not because it was a chore, rather just to fully grasp the story. In a good way.