Another piece of the fairy tale

     Mavelle checked her boot and was pleased to find her knife was still safe inside its sheath.  “At least the troll hadn’t the wits to search me.  We have your slingshots and my knife.  I wish this were the crystal knife though.”  Her heart lurched in her chest.  “Cragger!  I hope he’s alive.” 

     Lovena sniffed.  “Last night was cold.  Tonight will be colder.  Can you start a fire?”

     “Yes, I have a flint in the handle of my knife.”  Mavelle set to work lighting a fire.  Before long, they had a crackling good one going. 

     Sarah stood close to the fire rubbing her hands together.  “I thought I’d never be warm again.”

     Mavelle and Lovena sat next to each other; Lovena rested her head on her sister’s shoulder and asked, “Will we get out of here?”

     “We will.”

     Sarah scoffed.  “How can you be so sure of that?”

     “Because as long as I have a breath in me, as long as my heart beats in my chest, I will try to get us home.  Unlike you, dear sister.”  Mavelle spat those last words out.

About doggonedmysteries

Agented Mystery Writer, Bull Terrier owner--I have one at the present time, Avid gardener.

Posted on April 6, 2013, in Short Stories, Writing and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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