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