TerribleMinds Flash Fiction Challenge for 14 September – A Game of Aspects: Blood and Iron
Here is my entry for this week's Flash Fiction Challenge from the terribleminds blog. Barring the title, it is exactly 1,000 words long. Blood and Iron “Every woman he touches. The only thing they have in common is you.” Haft knew Stan would tell him they had to leave and Haft had his eye on the prettiest wench yet. Stan did not know about her; Haft liked it that way. He glared at Stanislau. Stanislau was a tall man, dark-haired and bronze-eyed, handsome and smart enough to turn his hand to anything, but not smart enough to back down. “You know I’m right, Haft,” he said. Haft curled his lip in a snarl. He knew no such thing. They had left the last city because of the killings, and Haft now had a price on his head. “Haft will be blamed,” he said. “Like before.” The words rang like a truth, and the bar stilled. Stanislau looked surprised, and Haft suspected the sneak had known, but chosen not to share. He reached for the wine bottle, contemplating whether