Oh, geez.

Oh, geez.

She stands and wipes at her brow. Sticky, a dark black substance dabs off on her fingertips. What. The. Hell, she thinks curiously to herself. She turns and checks the rest of her physical state. Disheveled, a foot not shod reveals the wiggle of her toes. That. Is. Good, she decides confusedly to herself. She looks beyond the self belonging to her own. Survivor, a scene of chaos unfolds before her as the ground lay strewn with bloodied bodies. What. The. Fuck, she gasps horrified with herself. She sees and reaches for the sword at her feet. Champion, a heavily raised arm reaches high into the sky as fireworks blaze in the name of her glory. Yes. I. Did, she shouts victoriously to herself.


 

via Writing Practitioners‘ 2019 Daily Prompt Pledge “DWP No. 08

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