From the vast acres of deep
green foliage of the woods several feet below them now, Honor took in the
tranquil blue of the Mediterranean sky, the vast expanse of green slopes
dropping away from them, criss-crossed with hard-packed tracks that would turn
into muddy rivers after a downpour of rain. Shiny outcrops of rock spearing
through the green shimmered in the sunlight. Bird song, not the cry of battle,
filled the sky. Only the clip-clop of the mules’ hooves disturbed the humming
insects as they passed. And still the
heaviness of intuition told Honor they were not alone.
"How can you be sure we have moved away from Phillipe's recommended routes? Have you been here before?"
“Of course not. We alway took our
leave in a town where we could relax and top up on our personal items of need.”
“A hard life.”
Honor barely heard the words
he spoke so quietly.
“We knew how to play, make no
mistake, we had good times. I can’t deny it, life could be tough, and yet the
friendships are the sort that will last a lifetime.”
Her voice trailed off as the
image of three men pulling her husband off his horse and dragging him out of the
camp ambushed her.
6 comments:
Your opening paragraph is packed with description. You painted a wonderful picture helping me to put the characters in the scene. Good job.
Lovely description of what she could see.
Love the description! But you left us hanging! Damn!!This is a great story!!
Thanks for your lind words Laren. I had problems trying to get the scene right, so appreciate your comments.
:-) Thanks Lindsay
:-) LOL, Jean. Thanks for your kind words. Glad you're enjoying this.
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