Friday Fictioneers – Battle Cry

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

The wind carries grace notes of pine resin and wild lavender. It fills the valley like a sail, and my legs run me, effortless and lithe. Now I am still and the world turns past me. The sun climbs the dome of the sky, pulling a circling hawk, and me after it. I race down the slope towards battle, crushing soil and ancient bones. Fear is squeezed deep down, to a small stone into my belly which I will pass when I pee. My head rings bell-clear, sounding the war cry. I will defend, I will kill, we will prevail.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

54 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Battle Cry

  1. Brilliant, Neil. I had to feel the strength of my war hammer wielded about just to get the Beserker bloodlust out of my system! Now off to clean up the mess. (Happy New Year!)

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