Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Three Hundred and Thirty-Three

Shining Raindrops was dancing for the shogun. 

Lord Shen was dark and heavily muscular, with flat, emotionless eyes, and she found herself a little afraid of that which might follow if she pleased him.

The musicians finished and he motioned them away.

Raindrops held her pose, hoping that she could keep as still as tradition demanded.

The assassin came through the rice paper wall. In one motion he cut the shogun’s throat from ear to ear. Even as thickly, scarlet blood pumped from the wound, the ronin was gone, with the limp form of a fainting geisha over his shoulder.

©jj 2019

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