Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
Once again Al’s photo raises, in my mind at least, bleak images of war, and its ultimate futility.
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Click here to hear me read this story:
Birds of a Feather
The swallow swoops, startled, from her nest.
The roar of battle begins abruptly, the castle walls quivering under the first onslaught.
Her home, high under the eaves of the tower, shudders and crumbles slightly.
Rocks, hurled from trebuchets, thunder against the ramparts.
Huge battering rams on giant wheels are trundled forward, crash against the mighty gates.
Arrows pour across the sky in both directions, men screaming in anguish as many find a mark.
Ladders are raised, hooks on ropes flung high, seeking enough purchase to support a man’s weight.
Axes are wielded, climbing attackers plummet to the rocks far below.
As growing numbers of assailants near the top, boiling oil is poured from great vats.
The howls of the grotesquely scalded shatter the afternoon air.
At last evening falls, the aggressors withdraw.
The battle is over till the morrow.
Out of the gloom a twig is borne through the sky.
The swallow swoops, happily, to her nest.