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Love Your Sword - A Flash Fiction Story

Tim is a freelance writer, poet, artist and storyteller. He always tries to find and include lessons for everyone in his writing.


“You don't have to love me.”

“ you. You’re my sword. I can’t love you...well how you want.”

“Then I guess I’m going to have to leave.”

“Again you’re a sword you can’t leave.”

I shook my head. “That is the last time I buy a sword from a group of old sprites. I should have known they’d infuse it with some kind of magic.”

“What’d you say?”


She appeared before me.

“Now listen to me, Jolaaan! I heard you bad mouthing me. Remember I’m a magical sword. I can forget to protect you...buddy.”

“Sorry...can we go now?”

“No we need to discuss the matter before us…””

I looked at the sword image standing before me. Sure she was beautiful. Sure she was more woman than I’d seen in years but she was not real. I could not touch her. Wait, could I touch her? I poked her in the side. She was solid.

She looked at me. “What are you doing?

“I just wanted to see if you were real.”

She put a hand on her hip. I knew from past experience with other woman I was in for a lecture.

“Of course I’m real. What did you think I was...some figment of your imagination.”

“No, I just thought since...well…”

“Oh I get it. You thought I was just smoke and mirrors. A mist who lives in a sword…”

“No no...I thought you were just an infused essence the sprites put in the sword to help guide the sword.”

She smiled. “There is that, but I was once a someone named Kara who volunteered for Never knowing who I would be matched up with...Truth is the sprites knew you were the one who would get the sword beforehand. They can see partway into the future. They thought you were a perfect match. You know the brave rogue who lives an adventurous life. Little did I know…”

“You were going to fall in love with me.”


I didn’t know how to answer her. So I did the first thing which came to mind. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. She sure was real. I pulled back. She just looked at me. The surprise of what I’d done registered on her face.

She smiled. “You do have feelings for me.”

“Yes, I never realized it until now. We’ve been traveling together for sometime now and I didn’t realize until now. I mean you walk alongside me when we’re not in battle. Keeping me company on the long road. I guess I didn’t realize how fond of you I’ve grown. Do I love you? The only answer I can think of and it does sound absurd...I do love my sword.

She smiled.

“But,..” I said.

She put her hands on her hips again. “But, what?”

“My love for you may not be the same. It is more of a…”

“Of what? The way a knight loves their horse. The way a man loves his dog? What?.”

“No, not like a love someone has for a possession but a love someone has for a friend.”

She wrinkled her forehead. “So you see me as a friend.”

“Or sister maybe.”

“Huh,” she paced around for a while.

“Good thing she couldn’t throw her magic the way the sprites could throw their magic. I’d be in a world of hurt.” I thought.

She came over and looked into eyes. “Tell me you do not love me.”

Oh crap, she was using sprite truth magic…but how? I didn’t think she had infused magic. Well except the ability to take control in battles. I gulped. I had no choice but to answer.

“Yes, I love you.”

She jumped around. “I knew it. I knew it.”

“Ok, ok I do love you but how is this going to work? I mean I’m flesh and blood and well…you’re not.”

She stood there a moment, “I don’t know how this is going to work but love is messy. There are times you have to figure it out as you go along.” She reached out and took my hand. “Now let’s go save some village or other.”

© 2021 Timothy Whitt