What is WonHundred Word Wednesdays? It’s when a group of amazing authors and I write 100 word stories all based on the same short prompt and post them. All the variations are fun to read. This week I have continued the story from the previous weeks stories: “Forgotten,” “And Found,” “Filler,” and “Nameless.”
“Why?” Spittle struck Calder’s brow. “Why? Because it was a freezing night when the natives took up arms.”
“I know. I was there when Yelena died.” His voice broke on her name.
The man’s hand tightened in Calder’s head, yanking painfully. “Yelena, she was the least of Omendii’s casualties.”
At least the man had twisted his head. Calder could see more than dirt. Sorrell wouldn’t be any help, not unconscious, but the boy breathed. Thank deity, not another life on his conscious.
Calder needed to gain his feet. Fight back. “Who do you mourn then?”
“You think you deserve—”
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