19 July 2019 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
He halted for breath as he approached a clearing, gasping.
Knowing he would have but a minute, he could not help but to admire the surroundings by which his prize had been won, at such cost.
The sun tore through the emerald green above, startling birds into flight, shedding light upon the river crashing mercilessly from the tomb above.
A dart tore past him, narrowly missing his face, thudding into the tree behind him. Bodies of those lost had begun to emerge in the river, reminding him with cruel resolve the price he, they, had paid.
His minute was over.