Monday, January 10, 2011
one hundred word story #8
Peter’s people were counting on him to deliver them to safety. From his distant perch he could see them straining through the bars of their invisible jail. The threats were dangerous and persistent: it was not without sacrifice that he crossed behind enemy lines, hurtled through unsafe territory, dodging vicious attacks. Even as Peter was savoring the delicious taste of victory, of liberation just beyond his reach, his compatriots were getting tagged mercilessly. Yet he emerged victorious, not only with his flag, but with his teammates, holding hands on the walk back across the grass, all before recess was over.