The Shepherdess’s Past

Posted: April 12, 2017 by J.A. Prentice in Flash Fiction
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Once she was great and terrible: slayer of thousands, Shadow of the Grimwood, the Scarlet Stain of Ansgert, the Blood Witch clothed in death and magic.

Now she had no name and dwelt amongst fields of green grass in a hut of crumbling stone, only her sheep for company, her back bent and her hair grey.

She was happier than she had ever been.


This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Gemma Evans for providing the prompt photo!

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Comments
  1. Amazing story. Loved it. 🙂

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  2. Great drama in this, like a storm brewing.

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  3. Was she the slayer of sheep? Will her new sheep be safe?

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  4. Patricia says:

    Happy endings are wonderful surprises.

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  5. James McEwan says:

    Oh, the call for the simple live – who needs all that angst. Nice take on the picture.

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