Scorched – #Drabble
PHOTO PROMPT – © Sandra Crook
They stood in the marketplace. Frozen. The hour glass continue to dispense its sand. Time was ticking away. Only the voice of their mayor snapped them out of their trance.
“We knew this day would come. We have less than an hour. Go home and make yourselves ready.”
The crowd made its way from the marketplace to their individual homes. Mothers clutched their children. Husbands cleaved unto their wives. Wills had already been written. Cupboards bared. Livestock slaughtered. All that was left was the torching of the land.
When the barbarians arrived, they would find only a scorched earth here.
©February 2016 Lori Carlson. All rights reserved.