In a 100 words no more or less, here is my 37th Flash Fiction Friday. Look to this link to read other great Flasher Fiction posts from great writers. Flasher Fiction Friday
The Peace Keeper
Risa peaks over her right knee as she sits on the cold smooth floor. A portrait rests on the floor by her foot. She stares at the door waiting...for someone to come get her. Risa nervously pulls her right leg close to her chest. She gazes over at the portrait.
Is the man in the portrait to be my Master/Owner…my Lord?
She knew that being sold to her family’s rival, Lord Byron would mean peace for her family, and safety. Saddened, she would never be able to see her family...again.
Risa cries knowing her future is now set in stone.