Below is my 100 word (ish) submission to the Friday Fictioneers. Photo prompt this week is courtesy of Jan Wayne Fields.
As always, comments are appreciated. I will try to read everyone’s submission, but with submissions reaching triple digits each week, it’s sometimes difficult to get round to each one. Therefore, I will tend to read those who I follow, or who like / comment my story. And finally, I also try for a random selection from the list.
Finally, a quick word on the weekly challenge. The Friday Fictioneers are a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthral and inspire both reader and writer alike. The genres and styles of writing are varied, so there’s something for everyone to be found within its midst.
Wolves gather at the door, my friend, but with them comes circumstance.
I pause, quill dripping ink to splash unnoticed onto yellowing parchment. The letter needs rewriting, but I am too distracted.
Outside, a squad forms, pathfinders to blaze a trail through the mountain. Their sojourn, I hope, will offer escape from this outpost, besieged as we are by an army that offers no mercy.
With sunset approaching, I nod to my squire. A boy of fifteen winters, he struggles silently with his armour, ready to serve no matter the cost.
I allow him his stoicism, if only to spare him the coming horror. Freed from my writing, I stand; war beckons, and with it, a duty to survive.