Saturday, September 7, 2013

An ambush in the mountains

Muddy brown smoke bloomed out of the trees as the train struggled up the incline.

Tomas watched its progress through a pair of binoculars.

‘Remember, Peter, not too early.’

‘Maybe you should do it?’

‘Just as we planned, okay.’  He signalled to a comrade to their left.

The engine turned into view, growling and hissing.  As it neared, tired faces appeared in the filthy windows.

Pasha watched the front wheels reach the marker.

The explosion lifted the engine from the track and down the slope, pulling two carriages with it.  Then the rattle of machine guns, shouted orders, and screams.





A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words

1 comment:

Margot Kinberg said...

Oh, brilliantly done, Rob! Such a strong story...