This week’s prompt is ‘A Story About War’. It’s a shorter one, but check it out below the cut!
Sweat trickled down the back of my neck. My face was flushed with concentration and focus. Everything had been leading up to this. It was just one final battle but hopefully it would win me the war.
I sized up my foe. He was a bit bigger than me, and undoubtedly he would use that size and the strength that came with it to his advantage. His bright eyes showed as much focus as my own. We both craved victory and were both readily sizing up the other in hopes for victory.
He was my enemy now but once I had called him brother.
We circled each other, mentally breaking down strengths and weaknesses. Our compatriots surrounded us but they had been given strict orders not to interfere. This was between me and him.
We began to circle closer and closer until we stood within arm’s reach of the other. Neither of us could remember how the conflict had started but this was how it would end.
We clasped hands.
“May the best man win,” I said.
“I plan to,” he returned.
Our allies shifted restlessly. I tuned them out and focused in on his face. It was time.
We spoke in unison: “One, two, three, four. I declare a thumb war.”