Saturday, September 19, 2015

Lone patrol

After twilight came the moon and stars and the chatter of a spandau just below the ruined monastery walls.

Kelly ducked out from behind a large boulder and slowly picked his way up the slope.  Ahead he caught a few words of German and dropped behind a fallen tree.

Nearby a man laughed, answered with angry words.

A scrawny boy lined up in Kelly’s sights.  He looked seventeen going on forty.

Kelly’s finger touched the trigger and paused.  This wasn’t the heat of battle, but a calculated kill. But if there was a battle ...

The boy dropped from view.

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh, that's chilling, Rob. And such a powerful depiction of how young soldiers have been...