Drabble: The Brother

My response to the August prompt ‘protector’.

Genre: family


~The Brother~

His world had narrowed down to three things: pain, enemies, sister.

Every movement sent a fresh wave of pain through his battered body. Even breathing felt like invisible punches to his torso, but not breathing meant death, and he couldn’t afford to die now.

Their enemies, a group of robbers, had been left behind some time back, but he still kept an eye out. Getting ambushed now would be deadly.

His sister followed closely behind him, shaken but unharmed. That was good. They could try to outrun the robbers, but they couldn’t outrun his injuries. At some point, she would need to run for her life on her own. When that happened, he would give her the best chance of survival possible.

He sucked in a gasp of pain and pushed forward.

~The story continues in The Sister.~


Posted on September 1, 2016, in Short Stories and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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