Monday, May 30, 2016

100 Words a Day 859

Shouts and steel rang through the inn. A barrel bounced down the stairs, spilling beer as it went. A moment later a man came tumbling after, beer mixing with blood from a gash on his face. The barrel, which had come to rest against the wall, groaned in tandem with the man as he crashed into it, leaving them both battered in a pool of beer and blood. The fight in the kitchen had upset the cooking fire, sending embers and ash about. Unnoticed in the melee, a coal landed in a burlap sack and grew into a full flame.

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