A Walk Through Hell
by Mike Pollock
Submitted for April 2018 Micro Fiction contest at SFFWorld.com
“Keep moving!” An Orcish overseer cried, tearing Mara’s flesh
with the crack of his whip.
Chains rattled as they walked single file. Around them
swirled the cries of women stolen away from loved ones.
Dry eyed and devoid of emotion, Mara watched as a young girl
was shoved to a place along the line before her. She stumbled, her wild eyes
searched for any signs of hope.
“Get moving!” The
same overseer growled, splitting the air with a wicked crack of his whip. The
girl cried out but Mara found herself smiling. Finally, she thought; someone
else for a change.
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