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kisahawklin ([personal profile] kisahawklin) wrote in [community profile] 15_minute_ficlets2012-01-15 10:09 pm

Prompt #111

If you wish to do this as a spontaneous exercise, don't look at the word until you're ready to write (I recommend having Write or Die open in another tab). If you're going to mull over the word and write later, peek away.

Once you've completed your ficlet, please either comment here, or post a link to it, if you're posting on your own journal. Feel free to reference the community or number of the prompt in your outside posts, but if you use the actual word, please put it under a cut to avoid spoiling others, should they want to write spontaneously.

Today's word is: shield

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Randomness indeed!

[personal profile] geminianeyes 2012-01-18 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
A dash of courage
A dollop of love
A serving of compassion
A life of hurt

There was only silence. The child stood on the desert sands, looking far off into the distance. He could see nothing over the dunes, the heat shimmering off the sand in waves.Pulling the hood tighter over his head, he squinted his eyes. There was nothing over the dunes. He sat down, dejected.

"Still nothing?" he could hear the sounds of his sister making her way up on the sand dune next to him. He did not turn to answer her, merely shook his head. His lips were parched from the desert heat.

She pushed a water skin at him. He took it gratefully and sipped carefully, ensuring each drop of water entered his mouth and none spilled. It was cool and sweet. He opened his cloak to allow his sister to hide under it, away from the desert sun. The plant that stood next to him as his shelter was large enough just for him, so his sister would have baked under the hot sun if he had not offered.

"They're late," his sister spoke. He nodded, not trusting his lips to move. "Why?"

He shrugged, not saying anything. His skin felt dry and he wanted to do nothing more than crawl back into their tents, but he could not. At least not at this moment.

"Will they ever come back?" his sister did not sound like she was being petulant or whiny, just asking a matter-of-fact question. Again, he shrugged.

His sister snuggled closer to him under his arm. She looked out to the same direction as he did. They sat there for a long while like that, not saying anything. He knew when she fell asleep, as she often did in the afternoons. Her breathing became much steadier and her head would drop to his lap. He let her. Amongst all the boys in their caravan, he was the only one who treated his sister with care and compassion. The rest of the boys took delight in abusing their siblings.

He shook his head gently from side to side to stop the memories from surfacing. They had been buried quite deep, and he wished they would stay like that. Of course, what he wished and what was reality rarely was so.

"Brother, is..." another young woman came up the dune. As she turned the corner, she noticed that the pile that was her brother was much larger than usual. With a soft smile on her lips, she bent down gently to wake her sister.

The child immediately opened her arms and put them around her sister's neck, allowing herself to be carried while her sister gently pulled the boy to his feet. The three of them walked down the dunes quietly, the boy holding on to his sister's hand sleepily while the little one slept carried by the elder.

"A serving of compassion," she whispered to herself as she put the children down in their tent, in their blankets. They would sleep soundly all through the night and stay awake as the caravan rested during the day.

"Mistress Zenka..." someone scratched at the tent opening.

"Yes?" she left the children sleeping, aware now that it was already dusk and the sun was setting quickly over the horizon.

"There was a pigeon for you. Master Renuk says it was a positive answer. He awaits your next instructions," she recognised the young man as the assistant to the caravan leader.

"Thank you, Mier. I shall go to him immediately. Would you keep an eye on the children for me?" she asked. At his nod, she made her way to the caravan master's tent, her heart hammering in her chest.

"So close!" she thought to herself.
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Re: Randomness indeed!

[personal profile] paceisthetrick 2012-01-18 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
LOVE this!
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Re: Randomness indeed!

[personal profile] geminianeyes 2012-01-22 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you!