If mine manages to place in the contest, I'll post the whole thing here in addition to publishing it in print and ebook formats.
Ruth took one last drag and chucked her cigarette into the snow. "Stick around a few hours n’ have a drink with me. We got the best mead hall in the valley just up the road from here. Ain’t got no delusions o’ class like Gaul does."
Juno now had a closer look at Ruth’s greatcoat: the fabled coat she had worn in the army, each button fashioned from the molar of a dead enemy, not all of whom were identified.
"I have work to do back home," said Juno.
