Joseph Brannick

Unspoken Words

Joseph Brannick. (307) 677-2688. [email protected]. 1895 words UNSPOKEN WORDS by JOSEPH M. BRANNICK Riding down a forest path, near the outpost he had been assigned after the collapse of society, Frontier Guard, Jaime, had ridden this trail one hundred times on one hundred days just like this. So he was particularly alarmed to see a young woman running along the path before him. She had elegant shoes, her hair was daintily held into place with pins and she wore a fine dress, but it was clear that all was not well as her dress was tattered and her hair was a mess. The contrast from what was typically worn these days made him fear she could be a diversion to an ambush. He rode up and cautiously demanded, “What seems to be the trouble, miss?”