Tiny Tuesday – “The Parapet”

19 Jun

The stone fortress beneath Ronald’s feet shook as the horde approached. He stood shoulder to shoulder with his brothers on the parapet, bow drawn, arrow nocked.

The soldier beside him trembled as a war horn blared its defiance. Ronald was trembling too, but it had nothing to do with the Huns.

By Ronald’s increasingly indistinct count, he’d drunk eight tankards of mead, and two cups of wine since breakfast. His abdomen shook with the exertion of keeping it in.

The Huns roared.

Ronald heard “RELEASE!” and arrows fluttered past his head as he obeyed orders, and he grinned placidly in relief.

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