Friday Fictioneers – Hold Them at the Bridge


The thin wooden platform stretched out before the duo, spanning the steep ditch. It was too small for more than two people to cross side-by-side.

“I can take two by myself,” Kor said, swinging his blade and trying to seem more confident than he was. “Easy.”

“Aye,” Krimhilda muttered, not feeling so optimistic. “The first two. And maybe the two after that.”

She looked out at the far side of the bridge where they swarmed, armor glinting like beetle shells, spears and axes clattering.

“But what about the other five hundred?”

They stood, waiting for the onslaught to begin.

Word Count: 99

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Adam Ickes for the photo prompt!

37 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Hold Them at the Bridge

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  1. What a very clearly drawn and described tale. I can see them now, standing, waiting, ready to hold firm as long as they’re capable. Liked the different voices – one over confident, the other realistic. Very good story 🙂

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  2. Ah, I found this nostalgic. My siblings and I used to watch out for snails in our rice fields back then. It’d be a contest at the end on who gets the most number of snails. Lovely take, JA!

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    1. Thanks to the bridge, they do only have to take two at a time. But all it takes is one to get lucky or for them to get tired. They’ll certainly need that good luck! Thanks for commenting!


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