The sword was taller than she was, and she was the tallest woman in the village. It was sheathed in a fine green scabbard, and the brass pommel practically shone in the morning sunlight.
She carried it up the hill to the fine hall built there, a massive building that seemed to reach the heavens themselves. Her breath frosted in the cold air as she ducked inside, climbed up to the seated giant, and placed it on his desk.
Having brought her boss's letter opener, she travelled back down the hill and hitched up the horses to deliver his mail.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.