SKULL NAILED TO A TREE

I had to return my Captain’s skull to the compound.

 

A faint cracking of a twig sounded from within the trees, then silence.

 

Pistol drawn I moved back, my focus on the dense thickets of pine and palms. Nothing stirred.  I looked up, faint noises alerting me of an ambush.

 

I reached down with my free hand and grabbed my boot knife.

 

Within the thicket, came movement slow, deliberate.

 

I pointed my pistol at the disturbance.

 

From the undergrowth cannibals charged.

I fired twice, downing two, the third’s neck sliced open by my knife.

 

Damn! I didn’t see the fourth.


Author Notes

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7 Comments for “SKULL NAILED TO A TREE”

Mary Cooney-Glazer

says:

Really enjoyed this, Ray. Sounds like an English soldier of old. No panic, just bad luck, old chum. Very well done. Mary

Raymond Tobaygo

says:

Good morning, Mary

Thanks for your input. It is appreciated. Never thought of a British soldier…but , yes I can see the distinct British upper lip.

Take care and stay safe,

Ray

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