Enna took up a wooden sword, the dawn behind her.

“You could’ve slept in for your birthday,” her father said.

Sword in hand, she faced him. “I’m thirteen with the sunrise. You promised.”

“Use a two-handed grip.”

She complied. “Teach me.”

“Your stance is all wrong. We’ll start there.”

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

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