Curfew’s Call, by Bruce Arbuckle

Just after the curfew’s call, we run into a Sentinel. We lie in the sodden ditch, shivering with cold and fear, listening to the metalic clang of its approach, then the quiet hum as it searches for signs of life. I suppress a gasp as it steps over our heads.

A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “a very close shave”

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