What Are We Fighting For?
Although they’ve warned us that they’re about to shell the village, I’ve locked eyes – blue to brown – with a little boy on the other side of the dust-coated alley. In English, I tell him to run, but he’s frozen in place by his fear. I now have a choice to make. When the tank booms like a starting gun, I sprint to the boy, but before I can reach him, I am sprayed with his blood. Heart pounding, I wake in my barracks room and realize I’ve lived to fight another day.
What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.
This week: PERSEVERANCE