Too Late For White Flags
My first attempt at a Drabble. Thank you, Rachel Deeming for the inspiration.
The last glimmer of light diminished in the sky above, on the eve of war. Thom and Gwen looked at each other for the last time, free from the blood, death and misery. The screech of devastating machines of their creation eviscerated the land ahead.
If they were successful. Those who sought to fight for their rights. Questions would be asked. Questions with no easy or convenient answers. Thom and Gwen stood by their convictions, believing there was no other way. As their enemy raised the white flag of surrender in the distance, too late, war quickly turned to genocide.
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Author's Notes: 100 words exactly. First published attempt at a drabble. Inspired by Rachel Deeming's brilliant drabbles to try one myself.
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