Brief respite


Campfire (Photo credit: fritzmb)

When the judgement came, it was harsh and absolute, utterly terrible in its finality.

They stopped by a stream on their journey to the mountains, for the sun was sinking over the horizon and dusk was fast approaching.  The mules were untethered from the wagon and tied to a nearby tree.  Maya began unpacking what they needed to make camp while her husband brushed down the horse and checked its hooves before sitting next to the fire with a grateful sigh.

Then it came, like a clap of thunder.

“Amadeo!  Get up you lazy oaf, go catch us some fish!”



About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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3 Responses to Brief respite

  1. Sally says:

    Nice ending – so they will get supper tonight.

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