“Are you feeling better?”
The voice came out of the darkness. He groaned and squinted, his head throbbing. He was in a soft bed, a beautiful blonde woman looking down at him with concern in her eyes.
“Ow,” he muttered. “My head. My legs.”
She put a cool cloth on his head and patted his shoulder gently.
“I know,” she said. “It’ll hurt for a time, but I’ve put a splint on your leg and I think, with time, it’ll get better.”
“Ugh,” he said. “I hope so. You should see me dancing.”
He managed a thin smile, and she smiled back. “Well, you can save your first dance for me,” she said. “Why would they do this to you, anyway?”
He sighed. “I wouldn’t tell them anything,” he said, half closing his eyes and sinking back into the soft pillows. “They wanted to know where the attack was going to fall but I didn’t tell them.”
She stroked his hair gently.
“I didn’t tell them. They don’t know about Jericho Beach.”
She smiled. “Jericho Beach? Lovely. That’ll do.”
He fell back into unconsciousness as she left the room, smiling like the cat who got the cream.
© Kari Fay
(Author’s Note: Bit of a sequel to last Wednesday’s story.)
Max B.C. said:
Hey what’s the page you’re subscribed to that gives you words that you then make into a story?
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Kari Fay said:
I use the Three Word Wednesday site for prompts on Wednesdays (I can’t link it now since I’m on my phone but it should be linked at the bottom of my Wednesday stories). On Fridays I don’t generally use prompts.
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Max B.C. said:
Okay, thanks. I like this story by the way, and am amazed at how you keep churning out quality stories with such low word counts.
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