My contribution to the Double Nickel Project going on over at Rogue Wave Fiction.
The two old adversaries stood under the kiss of the summer moon. Steel sang from sheathes in a familiar choreography. It would end tonight. Age was devouring both combatants and pride would not release them from their hatred. The wind whispered and metal rang once. The enemies said goodbye with silent blood and mutual demise.
© T.A. Saunders, 2012
T.A. Saunders writes fiction and blog posts over at fictionfoundry.wordpress.com.