Tambourine
"Ai-la-la, Ai-la-la..."
From the shadows where Brünie was tied he heard the tribe singing, tambourines shaking, people cackling in drunken stupor, bells jingling.
Gods, he had to get out of these ropes before daylight or they'd skin his hide! Think, damn you. He kicked at the dust as if it was to blame.
A sliver of light appeared, and a creature more beautiful than the starry sky and the misty mountains together appeared. Féia, the chief's daughter. Without a word she untied his hands.
'Thank you,' he whispered, but she frowned and drove her dagger deep into his stomach.
'Oh.'
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Drabbles and Dabbles
Short StoryDrabbles: Use only 100 words, and tell us a story. That's the challenge, if you choose to accept it. Don't waste words, and use no more and no less than precisely one hundred words. Go! (You'll find mine in the pages that follow) Dabbles: Every so o...
