An enjoyable read. Around here, all the ice cream parlors close for the winter, so I guess I'll just sit in the parking lot and if anyone asks if I need something I'll answer, “Nope. Guess I’ll just wait for Spring.”
I doubt it. The point of these microscopic stories is that they last for 100 words and that's it. So the most I can hope from them is a quick grin or thought and the reader moves on. This one depends a lot on irony, I suppose.
I suspect we've all had experiences like this, TJ. But this one came at a time when I was really looking for something to write about. Hence the "heaven" comment. ;)
Wulfgar peered through the bushes at the monastery church nestling in the valley below. There were no lights visible, not even in the cloisters that led to the dormitories. Clearly the monks were already abed and snoring after the labours of the day.
He turned to look at the men crouched down behind the crest. The tension in their eyes was quite visible as they stared in concentration at their leader.
“Right, lads,” said Wulfgar quietly. “It’s time to move. Follow me down and keep it quiet. And for Thor’s sake, don’t leave your brass rubbing equipment behind this time.”
Word count: 100
No particular reason apart from getting one more on the board.
Prompt: None.
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