Famine #67: Like Spring Lambs
How has it been a month since I last posted? Oy. Editing sucks my time and my brain into a black hole.
Here’s another eight new sentences from Famine for Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday. This picks up a little further in from where my last post left off. Bartholomew’s nightmarish memory of his boyhood encounter with two Germanic soldiers and an (ultimately) unfortunate intervention by the first Horseman, Famine herself.
Note: Bartholomew was called Bartholomeus as a boy. And the first speaker is Famine.
“Are you a coward, Bartholomeus?”
“Who died when you ran away?”
He looked down from her relentless gaze and whispered, “Everyone.”
The woman laughed. “Slaughtered like spring lambs.” She turned and strode across the creek to the bound men, pulled the short, black dagger from her belt, and looked at Bartholomeus. “Are you a Christian, boy?”