Wednesday has come around again, and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction.
Calder dug a trench in the dirt as he and Sorrel sat beside their campfire. Perdyn had ventured to the village, Jedston, an hour’s ride away. Well, village was generous from his memory.
Jedston had been a loose collection of steads last he’d passed through. Admittedly, a decade and more had passed. Perdyn knew she could acquire supplies there.
Still, if the place had stayed modest there were less chances of encountering guards. Not none since they’d both been ordered to wait. Calder snorted at her ordering him about again.
At least the wait had been pleasantly quiet. Sorrel hadn’t rattled on for a change.
Horse hooves clomping on the dirt trail heralded Perdyn’s return. Calder glanced from the flames as she swung from her horse. Perdyn’s brows knit as she glanced from him to Sorrel.
Calder shrugged.
Perdyn rolled her eyes and turned to Sorrel. “For you,” She held rough sack out for the youth.
Taking it, he pulled a rough smock partially out, shoved it back in, and dropped the bag. “They won’t suit me.”
“They weren’t selected to suit you.” She stressed the final word implying his imperial linage. “I selected them to conceal.”
“Fine.” He retrieved the sack without further argument.
Perdyn swung to Calder, glowering. “What did you do.”
Calder raised his hands to shield himself before her words and anger. Perdyn snorted at his quick nothing. Even silent the lad dragged him into trouble. The comfortable lie slipped through his thoughts.
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