Photo prompt © Claire Fuller
Every house that the soldiers ransacked had a sad tale to tell.
“They lied to us.”
“They fooled us.”
“There’s nothing but misery everywhere.”
The soldiers had won a victory but now felt defeated. They had not found even a trinket in the ransacked town.
He was hardly seventeen but had chosen to volunteer; he too wanted the riches promised by the war-lords.
He diffidently entered a house. He found nothing but wretchedness and some worthless things in a cupboard. A tear dropped from his eye; cupboard reminded him of his grandfather who too had collected similar worthless things in his cupboard.
A post for FridayFictioneers on a picture prompt
Word count 102