Rifles

The night was black and cold, a dripping sopping damp like every night we spent on the field. I forced my eyes shut to ward off the stinging drops. At dawn the gunfire began anew, but this time it was far away, too far to reach us. I had lain awake for hours, waiting to hear it again. Constantly vigilant, like they’d taught in training since we were five years old. Constantly vigilant, the motto here in the new world...

"Rifles" will be published in the Cup of Joe Flash Fiction Anthology later this year. Website: http://wickedeastpress.lefora.com/2010/02/15/for-writers-to-be-announced-2/ There's still time to submit if you have a speculative flash fiction story hanging around!