It’s Wednesday, that means time for my latest “100 Word Stories” microfiction. This one was inspired by

A brook. A spear. A sparrow. A mourning.

Title: Battle at the Creek

Jek hid in the bushes, near to him was a creek, and a sparrow drinking. The boy shouldn’t be here, but he had to see the battle between his own tribe and the rivalling snake-eaters.

After all, his own father was to take part in it.

Jek saw the belligerents. Both cohorts had about twenty men, each armed with spears. The tension was such that the drinking sparrow flew away.

Jek’s father was the first to attack, throwing his spear. He struck his target.

Before long, the snake-eaters were routed. But Jek’s tribe lost ten men, including the boy’s father.