Certainty

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution.

A cool cloth pressed against Ilynn’s wound. She jerked away, fingers flexing for her missing hilt. “Come,” he said. “Why censure my aid?”

“Your price’s too high.” She backed further into the cell’s corner. Though finely furnished cell, it was a cell.

Shaking his head, he folded the cloth. “Does not following Ereladia bare a greater cost?”

Ilynn crouched, her glower alone fighting against exhaustion.

He sighed and settled into his chair. “Ereladia , offers you toil, hardship, pain. Death.” He shook out the cloth, stained red from even the brief contact. “I offer you certainty. Safety.”

Certainty was overrated.

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