Wednesday has come around again, and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction.
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Calder rode in a daze, not comprehending what Perdyn and Sorrel said around him. He knew they were speaking. Their voices pecked at his brain like gnats swarming a horse. He just could not care.
Instead, he kept telling himself one day.
One day his promise to Yelena would be complete. One day the Rhoissi would be gone.
Not just for a moment.
Forever.
Calder snorted, louder than he meant for Sorrel’s jaw snapping abruptly closed carried over the horse’s clopping pace. Jerking, he looked at the prince, who quickly averted his own gaze.
Perdyn tutted from his other side. When had they changed positions? They’d been literally conversing around him.
Grunting, Calder spurred his mount forward. Sorrel squawked in surprise. Perdyn’s response, more prudently, was her pushing her own mount to follow. The boy corrected and soon, Calder heard both chasing after.
They’d dallied too long. Rhoissi had been left to gather power for too long. Calder aimed to thrash them before they could move. Whatever it took.
A tower backlit by a murky night forced itself into Calder’s mind. He’d spent decades banishing that tower. The woman. The Rhoissi from his mind. But now they slammed against him again as hard as her spell had when she’d flung him away with her magic.
Yelena!
His voice echoed in his mind. Let Perdyn and Sorrel chase. Decades had been long enough to wait.
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