Dauntlessness was not enough.
I’d seen him despatch six in fewer minutes, but they a mismatch of
pure-bred English fops; ambition way beyond ability.
These now – one atop a stallion in the centre of the road before us,
twin-matched double deputies either side, Saxon-haired and broad as Blackwater
barges – a different breed. Brains matched
brawn (though maybe blunter than the black-haired man I’d decided was my
future).
But with unknown numbers fast coming up behind; an unwieldy loose-wheeled
cart and a now-howling babe, ‘twas likely his future would be very short.
Mine only long enough to pay the required penalty.
This is the latest post for Prediction Fiction - prompt words penalty, mismatch and dauntless - and the latest episode of 'Threshold' (see page above) which began last December with what was intended to be a one-off. Pettinger has reached his ninety-first episode. It's a brilliant place to hone one's words.
