by Brianna G. Harte
“A woman?” General Unyr bellowed as he descended the steps so hard they almost cracked. “Warriors! They expect a woman to do men’s work!” They laughed with him at the thought.
She straightened her back and lifted her chin. “I am Jeveneur, practicing nurse for nine years. All of my training has qualified me to work on even the more serious health problems.”
“Only the most logical, intelligent, and compassionate can become nurses here,” a man in the far back shouted.
“That does not qualify a woman to heal.” General Unyr scanned the crowd. “If you do not choose a male within a minute, your leaders shall die.”
His words shook the crowd, invoking a large rumble from the tied crowd. Mutters from one person to the next rose as they wondered what the risks were.
Copyright © 2015 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.
This is from the original realistic fiction story I’ve been working on! I hope you enjoyed it!