This is my loose interpretation of Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch 99 word prompt for the week.
Written by Kerry E.B. Black
Sergeant Thomas refused the comfort of the seat, remaining stiff in his dress uniform, eyes forward, heart heavier than the lead box in his lap. His brother-at-arms whispered, “We have a long trip. Might as well relax.” Thomas ignored the strain in his back and his travelling companion. His gloved hands protected the box.
When they disembarked, both soldiers provided solid imagery. Broad shoulders. Flat stomachs. Erect as chiseled idols of old. Their footfalls fell in time, an innate march to the inevitable. With a salute, they presented a fallen hero whose bravery transcended the box holding her remains.