Thursday, October 7, 2010

Fast fingers, slow tongue

My fingers unintentionally reached for my blade, only to find it not there.

"Speak!" the man roared.

Though I tried, my tongue remained stiff as cardboard.

He raised his saber hilt downward, and I closed my eyelids tight and held my breath, hoping it was a dream, but my lights blinked out with a thud and I fell to the ground.