You Only Had to Ask

This Flash Fiction was inspired by Rachel Poli’s Writing Prompt

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“I thought we agreed no more secrets.”

Michal’s words echoed. The tall sunlit archways of the stone corridor should have made it impossible for such a thing. But in the aching silence left when Evan’s sword had sliced through his chest, the words rang around them.

Michal was looking down at the sword that he was impaled on with raised eyebrows only mildly shocked at the betrayal. Outwardly, he didn’t seem to be affected by it at all, still standing and talking as if going about their normal duties. Yet Evan’s arms were beginning to shake on the sword’s handle as Michal’s legs had given out. Only his old friend’s blade kept him standing.

“If you wanted to kill me, you only had to ask.”

Evan laughed, but it caught in his throat making it sound more like a sob. He’d never cried over any of the people he’d killed. He wished it could have stayed that way. Michal always brought out the worst in him but he supposed that was because Michal was the best out of all of them. Even as Evan murdered him, Michal was only upset that he hadn’t told him of his impending doom prior to that moment.

Evan couldn’t hold him up any longer and wrench the sword from Michal’s chest, the sword grating against the hard gristle that it had pierced. Michal was brought into his arms with the force of the action and Evan held him up even then, with his own legs trembling beneath the dead weight. Blood was not an unusual sight to the old soldier but the feeling of the hot thick blood, seeping through his clothes and soaking his chest filled him with shock and fear. As if he hadn’t realised what his actions would cause. Like Michal would walk away from it, like they both always did.

“Orders,” was all he could say, his guilt threatening to close his windpipe. He’d let it, to pay for what he’d done.

And so he held his breath waiting as Michal’s arms fell limp and his voice grew softer, all the while he kept repeating, “you only had to ask. You only had to ask.”

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Beauty in Sounds

The first wet splash of thick rain,

The crackling, rolling thunder that comes afterwards.

The spatter of drizzle on glass,

A gush of wind beating behind it.

A leaf’s crunching as you pounce upon it in the misty autumn mornings.

The silence in a snowy winter forest,

and your echoing footsteps that break it.

The purr of a content, pampered cat,

The yowl of a hungry one.

Tired humming,

Silent laughter,

the first greeting of a loved one.

A hot pan hissing under cold water,

the slam of a door after a heated argument,

the crack of a plate you threw down in frustration,

the sound of a knife cut into flesh.

 

I’ll keep quiet about that last one if you do.

via Daily Prompt: Sound