Happy Wednesday, readers! Here we have another flash fiction for you.
The prompt: It was a freezing night when the natives took up arms.
It was a freezing night when the natives took up arms. To be honest, we’d been half expecting it, but we’d never suspected the terror that would ensue. They led a clever attack, waiting until only moments after we’d drifted to sleep, secure in our warm bed. They sent the youngest to the battle lines first, her tiny wail piercing the midnight air. Brother and sister alike joined her call, their energy unprecedented, their demands endless, refusing consolation. For hours, relentless cries destroyed our peace.
I collapsed beside my husband, tearful and exhausted. “Why won’t they just go to sleep!?”
I think all of us parents have been there, right? :) Don't forget to read the other stories by going to our Facebook page! Thanks for reading!