Weekly Short: The Ogre’s Offer

The knocking at the door caused her to clench her teeth so hard no more than hissing emerged as a response. She had just sat down. Twelve long days chasing and despatching an ogre, not even one minute’s rest.

She threw open the door and stood dumbfounded. Battered and wrapped in a series of bandages was the ogre. Her subconscious reached for her sword.

“I would like to hire you.” She nearly dropped her sword. Her mind raced between the realization that it was still alive, and that it could talk.

“I want you to kill the town mayor. My people are attacked by hired thugs regularly and I want it to stop.”

There was a weighted silence. She let out the breath she’d been holding and resigned herself to the next ten minutes.

“Come on in.”