Protector

A 60 word short story

This was his home.

The approaching mob, with flaming torches, thought differently.

Ten years in this village yet he was still an outsider.

Crops failed. People starved. He was blamed.

Fools!

He protected them.

Held back the monstrous hordes.

But his magic was failing.

The gateway opening.

Screams.

The ground shaking.

A clawed hand on his throat.

They were here.

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So, another huge thanks to the wonderful Miguel S. for his prompt on the word “Home” : -

Microdosing - 60mg of a Home

Last week, I painted a much more cosy picture of what that word might mean to some people but, this week, not so much.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed it.

Thanks for reading. Until next time.