Plain Saviour


Plain Saviour

Rinsing off the last suds lingering on the plate, she crammed it in with the others draining on the rack. She looked over at the open door allowing sunlight to stream in. A deep breath rewarded her with the smell of freshly cut grass. The tension from the past few weeks had finally dissipated as the talisman swung gently in the breeze. Their emblem filtered the light onto her kitchen table, and it flickered like the sea under the sun’s gaze. It was so plain, so ordinary. No one would guess it’s meaning. Apart from those who meant her harm, and they wouldn’t dare now.

Friday Fictioneers


Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)


Make every word count.


12 responses to “Plain Saviour

  1. You set me up with a simple domestic scene, then claw my brain (that’s good by the way 😉 ) at the end wondering who wants to harm her, where did she get the talisman, who is she that people want to harm her, and probably a dozen other questions that will pop in my head when I least expect. Answers, please, and great story!

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