How long has it been since we slept now, three, four days? It’s certainly been that long since the last rations were passed around. Wonder if they can see our empty rifles from there, or the shadows of death over our line. So why don’t they run us over like limping cattle, what was holding them back when not even the ground under our boots favored us?
“Simple,” I was told from an old friend long gone, “because they know if they crush us here, thousands will rise from our bones to wash their filth away back into the sands.”
Entry # 1 of 3 for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin. The prompt was “devotion”, and with so many applications for that feeling, I couldn’t stop at just one. Silly me, I know.
I hope you all enjoy!