It’s Monday and you know what that means. Or maybe you don’t. Either way, here’s a piece I did for Mondays Finish the Story Flash Fiction Challenge. Sorry, no cats this time. Here’s a link to the original challenge.
Word Count- 149
The team employed the use of Nightshade to get the information they wanted from their captive.
Leaving the rest of the team behind him, Vecius walked over to where the prisoner sat, bound by his wrists and ankles, and offered him a sip from the wine-skin.
“Drink,” Vecius said, “you must be thirsty.”
The prisoner hesitated, then drank long and deep from the mouth of the skin. When he was done, Vecius took the skin back and smiled. Opening his hand, Vecius revealed crushed petals of Nightshade. The prisoner’s eyes went wide with recognition.
“Now, I would suggest you talk. My herb-master has an antidote, but it must be administered quickly.”
Confession mixed with information in the onrush of speech that came from the prisoner’s tongue. He talked without relenting, telling all that he knew. When he was done, Vecius smiled.
“I thank you,” he said.
“The antidote,” the prisoner begged. “Please.”
“Why?” Vecius asked. “There wasn’t any Nightshade in the wine. I never said there was.”