She had heard of Red Coat cruelty but this was nonsense.
Why not just burn our barn down she thought? Why must we watch all of our things dangle above us out of reach?
They were small men, petty men. Smaller in size than she had imagined. With big words and bigger weapons and tools. She knew war could be heartless, but she hadn’t anticipated this. Davis has been gone now for three days looking for anyone with a ladder. Or something to fashion one.
Maybe this is how they lured the men away…
This is my submission for Friday Fictioneers. Brought to you by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo Credit: The idea is to fashion a story that has a beginning, middle, and end and within 100 words. The genre was historical fiction.
All criticism welcome. Just keep it constructive please. 🙂
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Woman on Pause