Wednesday, January 31, 2018

100 Words a Day 1112

When they found the wreckage at the bottom of the cliff, it was clear there were no survivors.

“Hopefully the chest is intact,” Haram said, casually kicking a limb as he walked.

When Grick saw the bloody projectile, he fell to his knees and vomited. Arash patted him on the back as he passed.

“It’s okay, boy. Happens to everyone their first time. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

Ignoring the carnage, Arash and Haram surveyed the battered remains of the carriage.

“Good frame, to survive that fall,” Arash said.

“Yeah. Does it say who made it? I’d like one myself.”

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