The light was fading fast, the spirits of the troops even faster. Somehow, frostbite seemed a more imminent enemy than the people armed to the teeth a few metres away. Sam nodded at her comrades on either side. It was time to finish this. With an almighty roar, they charged on the opposition, firing on them left right and centre. Victory was almost theirs. Sam aimed at the final standing enemy, but pain filled her chest and she could no longer breathe. She had been hit. Shock, horror, dread-
“Kids! Stop playing with the snowballs, it’s time for dinner!”
#FLASHFICTION101 NOVEMBER 2020 SHORTLISTED ENTRY
November's #FlashFiction101 shortlist is made up of 23 stories, with one story being released daily as an advent calendar of festive flash fiction. Look out for a new story every day with the winning entry being announced on the 24th December 2021.
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