Sunday March 3rd, 2013

The exercise:

Write about: the rally.

Been a long day. On the plus side: finally got back to work on finishing our deck. If all goes well it should be all done next Sunday. Fingers, they be crossed.

On the less plus side: Max has had a very rough day. Hopefully nothing that a good night's sleep can't fix.

Now all we need to do is figure out how to get him a good night's sleep.

Mine:

The town square had been empty all morning, ominously so. Captain Yang had thought so, at least, but his superiors had remained unconcerned. They refused his repeated requests for additional troops to support his patrol, dismissing his worries with laughter squeezed out between bites of chicken and steak.

As noon neared Captain Yang began to sweat beneath his armor, though the sun still lurked behind clouds heavy with impending rain. He could not shake the feeling that something deeply unpleasant was about to occur and his men, picking up on his mood, were growing steadily more restless.

It seemed as though each soldier under his command was casting a backward glance every other breath, fully expecting to find a knife or arrow thirsting for his blood.

But no threat materialized.

Not until the church bells began tolling the lunch hour and the peasants flooded into the square, armed with pitchforks, kitchen knives, sticks, pans, fists.

The rally had begun at last.