Anke (ankewehner) wrote,

Microfiction: Sacrifice

They had fed him up, given him the toughest fibres for armour, and even gave him a metal spear. They honoured him, until it was time. The tribe hid in the furthest corners, leaving him to face the monster alone. It swallowed him instantly, the clatter of his weapon drowned out by its incessant roar. However, a moment later that roar changed, and the monster withdrew. Even if it hadn’t been killed, his sacrifice had bought the other some time.
The dustbunnies had a new hero, and someone had to replace a vacuum cleaner bag ripped open by a nail.

Originally posted at You can comment here or there.

Tags: drabbles, fantasy, fiction, modern fantasy
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