Brave by Carolyn Glass

The trick was never to show fear. As a youth he had always been the first to try something new, he was never afraid to wade into a scrap to sort it out. In sport he was always in the thick of it, taking on guys twice his size in tackles. He was a decorated soldier; he had rescued an injured comrade when their vehicle has struck by a missile. He had later been captured and interrogated, they got nothing from him.

None of this had prepared him for today. He was shown into a small consultation room, where a man was reading notes, he looked up and told Max to take a seat. Max thought he could hear his own heart; it was beating so loudly, surely it must be audible to everyone. He was almost paralysed with terror, when he heard the instruction, “just open wide, it won’t hurt a bit.”

Brave by Lesley Whyte

"So, like, why was it called Brave?"

"Are you serious? Are you seriously asking me that?"

"Is it because the main character was a ginger princess? I mean, that was a pretty brave move by the people who made it."

"That's racist."

"I don't think you know what racism is."

"Whatever. So, was it the ginger princess thing?"

"Yes. Yes, it was."

"Oh. Okay. Good movie."

Day Eleven

And today's prompt is...

Brave