Story A Day Sept 27: The Massacre

MacDonald crested the hill at dawn that bitter winter’s morn to find a plume of smoke beginning to rise from what was no doubt his home village. A sign to turn around, stay away, but the journey home had been long and the call for home and family made even more powerful by the smell of burning homes.

As MacDonald ignored all the signs to keep away and raced his way down the hill to find his family in the panic, a soldier’s sword plunged deep into his abdomen. He prayed for his family that he was so close to reuniting with, as his warm blood spilled onto the snow.


Creative Copy Challenge #280