To the Bitter End
by Jim Harrington
Lacking the elemental ethos familiar to the elders of his tribe, the
savage stood, his sword poised to strike, a lone warrior in his efforts
to destroy what had survived for eons. The blade swooped. Bodies
splintered. Armies fell. When the last invader had been conquered,
Bobby paused, then finally spoke.
"Hey, Mom. Is dinner ready?"
© 2017 Author
Bio: Jim Harrington began writing fiction in 2007 and has agonized over the
form ever since. His stories have appeared in ComputerLit.com, Liquid
Imagination, Ink Sweat and Tears, The Story Shack, The Drabble, and
others. Jim's Six Questions For... blog provides editors and publishers
a place to “tell it like it is.”
E-mail: Jim Harrington
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