Drabble: Wineskin – by Devin Miller

by specklit

“I don’t think you’d kill a boy of ten,” I said to the man, and hoped it was true.

The warrior before me was a demon’s servant. He guarded a dark cave’s mouth a mile outside the town where the beast had been attacking. The kid and I had to get through this fool to slay it. I reached for my sword, but the kid was smarter.

“Wine?” he said.

The warrior lowered his blade and took the wineskin. It was the strongest in the land, and before long he was snoring.

We stepped over him and drew our weapons.

Author’s Note: This story started with the opening line, became a drabble, but now I’m thinking it could survive as something longer.


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