Just Another Struggling Writer

palm

Chelle hissed as Jolie dabbed at the cut on her palm with an alcohol-soaked rag, while a steady stream of curses flowed from her sister’s mouth. She wanted to ask where Jolie learned such language – certainly not at court – but the horrid stinging pain of her injury was enough to hold her tongue.

“I told Father to send us with a full complement of guards,” Jolie finished her diatribe by saying, “but he wanted to be cheap.” 

Inconspicuous, more like, Chelle thought privately, though who would be interested in a pair of ladies, ostensibly on the pilgrimage, she couldn’t guess.