Weeding (Flash Fiction Fridays #22)

Katie followed her master. He could easily have left her behind since his strides were so much longer than hers, but he had slowed down enough for her to keep up. He had also offered to give her a piggyback, but there was no way she was going to agree to that. She might only be seven years old, but she still had her pride. Her legs worked perfectly fine. She could walk.

“Do you know why bandits are bad?” her master asked. He eyed the trees on either side of them with a critical eye. This area wa...