Flash Fiction: Better to Wait
Better to Wait
353 words
"She's here." The woman gazed into the polished black disk she cupped in her hands. She slid the stone into a pocket in her gown and stalked into the forest, her crimson cloak trailing behind her. The woods hushed, the creatures scurried to their hiding places, birds kept silent in the trees. The man at her side, heavy sword slung across his back, grumbled under his breath. Even if she was here, as the Queen saw, he knew they wouldn't find her. She was as silent in the woods as she was in the town, but the Queen seemed to think this was the one chance to kill the girl. The girl she had seen in that stone of hers, the girl who would kill her.
They continued deeper into the trees. He could feel the eyes watching him, and he pulled his sword from its leather scabbard. He felt safer with it in his hands. The woman...