Flash Fiction: Chase

Salam brought his camel to a halt.

He got down and closely observed the tracks. Ashfaq joined his friend in observing the tracks.

“It looks like the bastards split up.”

Salam nodded.

“That means we will have to split up too.”

Ashfaq toyed with his beard.

“That is true, but..”

Salam placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“There are no buts here my friend. If you come across him, you have to kill him. He’s a traitor to our group and to our king.”

Ashfaq sighed.

“I know. May Allah help me, should my conviction falter or hand shiver…”


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

50 Word Thursday #27

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