For every situation, a sword to match; for every conundrum a katana and for every barrier a broadsword. That’s the way it used to be, and I never questioned it. Every swing was intimate, every push requiring all the effort a man could put behind it, all of which meant someone understood what it meant to draw a blade.
But now, they rust in misery on the shelf, frowning upon the hands that once held them with honor and respect. All because some damn fool invented the gun…
And this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin. This week’s theme is ‘Blades’, an ancient and some say civilized way to deal death, however grim a business that is.
I hope you all enjoy.