I Breathe In and Hold It: Part 1of 2
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I breathe in and hold it. I dare not breathe out. My body is sprawled on the thick green marshes of Bannockburn. Concealed with me under the green flora is twenty of my men. Many of whom I call brother.
The earth below us is soft and wet. It is comfortable, but cold.
A hundred feet away is a host of one thousand enemy soldiers. The army has setup camp for the night. Large tents and fires illuminate the field a mile wide. One slight movement by me or my men, and death would surely follow.
Fear keeps us calm. Fear keeps us silent. Fear may cost us our lives.
The camp beams with laughter and song. The sweet smell of roasted pig carries far and wide. It openly taunts us. My stomach groans and claws at my insides.
“Patience”, I tell it. Hours or days may come before I eat my next meal.
One of my soldiers to my rear makes a noise. I turn to look at him. It’s a boy of only seventeen. He looks at me, and then jumps to his feet.
The boy turns and makes a dash for the forest. I sit up on one knee and reach for my bow. I place an arrow between the string and aim.
**********TO BE CONTINUED**********
- I Breathe In and Hold It: Part 2 of 2 (gradualthought.com)