Sunday, September 2, 2012

100 Words a Day 27


The two men stared at each other from across the sandy pit.

“I’ve waited a long time for this Shao. I’ve brought my father’s sword to have my revenge.”

“Ha, your father was a weak man with a weak sword, and his son is just the same. Do you take comfort in the fact that after you die today no one else in your bloodline will have to suffer the humiliation of defeat?”

“The only one suffering the humiliation of defeat today is you Shao. Have you made peace with heaven?”

“Peace is an idea for fools, like your father.”

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