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.
“You’re late,” I said glowering as the man approached. I hated waiting. Especially on long nights.
He dismounted from his horse a swirl of cloak and eyes. “You secured the package?” he asked ignoring my ire. He always did.
“Yeah, I got it.” I said holding up the case with the Quill of Pol’or. “My payment?” The pen hadn’t been worth stealing, not even for a fresh start. Probably just an empty promise.
The box disappeared, reappearing in his hands. “Of course.” He took the pen and scribbled in the air. I screamed feeling memories being clawed from my mind.
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