They staggered on through the moonlight, a
grey line stretching from hill to hill—silent
except for the groans of the wounded and
the flutter of ragged flags. The swaggered
farewells of spring long replaced with anger.
.....At his execution, the King still shouted,
‘Victory or Death.’
....The mob agreed.
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.