I first glimpsed the girl as a small bundle wrapped in the sergeant’s cloak. “What do you have for me?” I asked. It was my turn to take the fourth watch, midnight to dawn; a quiet night, until now. Moonlight spilled through the doorway as the sergeant carried the bundle into the Infirmary and gently set the girl on the wooden examining table. “We’d crossed into Rahesh on a raid, Honored Healer,” the sergeant said. She’d pushed her helmet up on top of her head and unlaced her cuirass; the iron strips clinked. A runnel of sweat bisected the soot on her forehead. “We heard her crying. The bastards had tied her to an altar, and...” She looked away.
What it is? Can I write it? Microfiction is something I discovered early in my Medium journey. Something I wanted to write but didn’t know whether I could. At cafe sat a timid woman. She kept looking at her watch as if she didn't quite believe the time. When anyone walked in she looked up. … Continue reading Discovering Microfiction