vignettes

[marycatelli]

This week's prompt is:
short

Anyone can join, with a 50-word creative fiction vignette in the comments. Your vignette does not have to include the prompt term.

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[marycatelli]

That would make short work of any rescue. And endanger her as well. It was her duty to avoid foolhardiness, let alone to the point of danger.
"There's something ahead."
"What?" said Lucie eager.
"I don't know." Lucie looked back. "I've been a paladin for hours."
Both of them winced.

[marycatelli]

It was shortly thereafter that the king's guards returned with news that Prince Kevin had fled. His horse had been ready.
"Almost as if he knew that he would need to flee," said Rosaleen.
"Send word to the ports," said the king. "I wish to have news of his departure."

[starshipcat.livejournal.com]

It was easy to forget how short Leonid Gruzinsky was, especially when he was seated. His broad shoulders and barrel chest created the impression of a much taller man, especially with a desk or table concealing his legs. But that illusion vanished the moment he rose to greet a visitor.

Which he never fails to do, Connor Westin considered as he shook hands with Gruzinsky. The man might've been raised in Magnetogorsk, on the boundary between European Russia and Siberia, yet it seemed that certain courtesies and rituals of hospitality were imbibed with one's mother's milk.

[marycatelli]

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[marycatelli]

They flew straight, without arcing, and must have struck bone.
Still, the Huntsman fell to his knees. The hounds whined. Marcus blasted the silver light about, and hounds fell, and the Huntsman held himself up with one hand.
Shorten it, Marcus told himself. Kill him. He struck the Huntsman down.

[marycatelli]

"Do you believe that yourself?" she said.
"Of course," he said, shortly. Merely because he had not realized it before. It was still true. He felt cold, but if the king were a necromancer, he had to stand again him. Or even if he had necromancers working in his service