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Kazzek crept down the narrow street, pale stone buildings blocking the fierce sun. She was ahead somewhere. The one the man wanted him to…
What man? He couldn’t remember the man’s face. Too many shadows.
Kazzek shook his head. Silly. The man was his friend. Kazzek was helping his friend.
He gripped the knife tighter, hoping he’d be good enough to please the man.
Why didn’t he know the man’s name?
Kazzek’s mind blurred, buzzed. Thinking about it hurt.
Around the next curve. There she was.
He sped up. Soon it would be over.
What a relief that would be.
Word count: 100. Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers challenge. Big thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting, and to Jan Marler Morrill for the original photo prompt, below (which was great for the mood, but someone from Eneana would be very confused by air conditioners and TV antennas!). Click here to see the other stories.
For those readers not as steeped in D&D as myself, I have borrowed from D&D many mind-affecting spells using “charm” (which convince the target you are friendly) and more powerful spells using “compulsion” (which compel the target to follow your commands). When done properly, the target doesn’t even realize they’ve had a spell cast upon them. I’ve always been fascinated with imagining how this feels to the target.
Photo © Jan Marler Morrill