Flash fiction, fantasy. 1200 words.
O-Gosai’s blood dripped onto the damp pavement when they stopped, briefly, to rest. Blood and rain soaked her kimono, and her breath came out in little pants. O-Sattou knelt down to sponge the bleeding with her tongue, only to have her cheek slapped harshly.
“Not here,” growled O-Gosai. She took a shaking breath. “Look about you, child.”
