He pushed on, down the slope of a wet ridge, feet sliding. The sun, overripe and bursting orange, was crushed against the horizon, breaking through the clouds and smoke to the west.
The town was fewer than five miles distant, easy enough to walk by nightfall, but Caleb couldn’t be sure Grammar and his men would stop for rest, or how many men Grammar had left, even. If the company was at full strength, there would be little he could do, but a dozen men — sleeping perhaps — would be quick work for his dagger.
Quick work except for one, Caleb thought, and he quickened his pace.
This is my response to Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction prompt. This week’s prompt: ORANGE. It’s part of a continuing series, so go ahead and read the earlier entries if you missed them. Most of all, be sure to check out all the other responses on Lillie’s blog!
As always, constructive criticism, destructive praise, and general commentary welcome below!