A drink to die for – 99-word fiction
I woke up this morning with a sentence in my head; “and fear hung in the air like a death sentence”. I immediately wrote it down then tried to work it into something. This is the result.
I’d been walking for five hours when I arrived on the outskirts of the town. Silence, total and desolate, greeted me and fear hung in the air like a death sentence. I would have called out but my throat was parched. I walked towards the town square. No one stepped out to help me, nor did any curtain twitch. I was alone, the fear I felt was mine. I found a drinking fountain and stooped to drink, just as I heard the first shuffling footsteps, a sound like laughter and the ring of a sword drawn from its scabbard.