Wading in the Shallows


Wading in the Shallows (149 Words)

“What are you doing?”

Marge looked up from taking her shoes off.

“Come on,” she said. “It’ll be nice.”

Her companion gnawed his lip. “But there isn’t time! There’s the Diamond Citadel—and then we have to go to the Elder’s Council, to warn them—”

“I know,” said Marge. “But my feet hurt and I’m tired.”

The elf’s disbelief was replaced by anger. “The world is at stake,” he hissed, “and you’re resting?”

“If saving the world is the difference of one hour,” said Marge, “we’re already lost.”

She waded into the shallows. Rheidal watched her, seeing the young woman’s reddened feet through the clear-glass water.

Marge turned when she felt him beside her.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean—”

She shook her head. “I know what you meant,” she said, quietly.

He nodded, watching the current flow around their feet.

“We’ll rest,” said Marge. “Then we fight.”


Written in response to FFfAW’s Challenge. Check it out!

2 thoughts on “Wading in the Shallows

Do you believe in dragons?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: