Hand in hand, they faced each other.
Turned around and scared my mother.
The twins were dead, so we had thought.
They killed one man, and spared the lot.
Their arms all rot and foul decay
Not one, but two could save this day.
My sis and I each grabbed a hand,
And faced the two that bled the man.
For father’s sake and mother’s tears,
We looked at them and showed no fears.
They looked at us and screeched a laugh
We froze in fear, not turning back.
It must be done ‘fore dawn is nigh.
The time has come, it’s do then die.
Love me some short-short Wendig flash fiction! It just turned out a little poetic this time.
That felt good!