by thefourpartland

For those of you who don’t know, I’ve been part of a group working on a shared world fantasy anthology since Thanksgiving of last year called Splintered Lands. Each week, we post three flash stories, usually as part of an ongoing serial. My current tale is the story of two bumbling, incompetent thieves traveling overland. Below, I’ve included an excerpt from the latest story. If you’d like to start at the beginning, here’s the complete list of entries.

“The only reason I can’t smell you is because you smell like the swamp.”

“It’s a good smell, isn’t it?” Náhte was grinning.

“Náhte, it smells like a foetid latrine. As do you.”

“Oh.” He paused. “Foetid means I smell like a flower, right?”

Butan sighed. “Well, you might make flowers grow.”

“See? I’m pretty!” Náhte danced. “Pretty, oh so pretty!”

Butan tripped him.

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