Apr 3, 2018
2 min read
The Battle
A flash fiction struggle
Call it Val’s fault. She’d led Tom on, she’d made Arthur want, until both knew she’d never leave, and neither could stand it. They’d often hiked these mountains together as friends, but today as something else, each sure the other didn’t know it.
Or maybe call it the sunlight’s fault. It filtered through the forest canopy, played games on the rushing stream, played tricks in…
