Under the Golden Cross

I wrote this piece of flash fiction a couple of years ago. Dragged it out today and decided to share it because I think there’s value in trying to tell a story in less than 100 words.



 “Didn’t you kill anyone today?”

Joseph looked down at his tunic, white with a red cross. The other man, large and looming, wore a dark splatter across his. A badge. “I carry the golden cross. I’m no killer.”

The next day at dawn, Joe rode into battle. Pulled from his horse, he dropped the cross and plunged his knife into his attacker’s neck. Red sprayed across Joe’s tunic, dripped onto the cross in golden sand.

His chest heaved, and he looked for another enemy as he tugged his blade out of the wide-eyed man at his feet.