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

FF one hundred word limit

7 Comments for “SKULL NAILED TO A TREE”

Mary Cooney-Glazer


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

Raymond Tobaygo


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,


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