notes – 100 word drabble, prompt: swords.

invisible army

They cook the meals and sweep the floors and neaten the beds religiously; they worry and they love and they cry because it is impossible for them to do anything else. They watch the ground colour itself red and scars line skin with addiction – they can only watch.

They tend to their wounds with skilled smiles.

Perhaps everyone assumes they are safe because they do not battle with guns blazing and swords unsheathed, do not throw dynamites or punches, do not receive blows to their bodies – protected behind the thinnest of glass – but oddly, truthfully, they are hurt the most.