Fifty Word Fantasy: Unseen

Tralvin drew his sword. “No cloak for the rain, Manik? You’ll catch your death!

Unarmed, Manik pointed to his dry shoulders in the downpour. “I got swindled buying an invisible cloak, remember?”

“Nope.”

Manik swiped with his hand and Tralvin fell, throat cut.

“Didn’t remember my invisible dagger either, huh?”

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 2019 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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