The generals hunched despairingly over the map.
Their decimated forces were surrounded by the monstrous hordes.
Surrender seemed the only option.
The tent flap opened. A warrior, blood splattered and grim, strode in.
Placing a severed trolls head on the table, he met their shamed eyes.
“We fight at dawn.”
So, our hero briefly returns (but isn’t actually named this time) whilst I try to wrangle my way through a much longer tale that he’s currently embroiled in.
A big thanks to for the brilliant prompt to write a 50 word story based on the word “Map” : -
Hope you enjoyed it.
Thanks for reading. Until next time.
Oooo, this is PACKED.
A potent fifty words. Terrific!