She gingerly pressed the wet, hot towel to his bruised side. He hissed in pain.
"Gently, my dear," he said.
Face stern, she stared at him. "You are the strongest man in the village. How did this happen?"
He smiled. "The blow let me drive my sword into my enemy."
This is my entry in response to the 14th ZapFic Friday's Fifty Word Story Challenge prompt, "bruise".
You are invited to participate.
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