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June 6, 2014

No one remembered which of the numerous warring clans had first erected the bell tower. Rising from the craggy mountainside it had maintained its vigil over the valley for centuries. “Father Damien! Father Damien!” Jorge stumbled to a panting halt in front of the Catholic priest.

“What is it my son?”

“They’ve entered the pass!”

“Send forth the warning Jorge.” The boy grabbed a smoldering torch tossing it onto the waiting beacon. Whoosh! The pitch smeared wood ignited. A smoky fire blazed up. He snatched the pull rope, tugging vigorously. Clang! Clang! Clang! The metal bell pealed out its summons.

Father Damien turned to face the parishioners gathered before the valley’s entrance. “Armageddon has come my children, be strong, know that the Glory of God goes into battle with you against this foe.” He signed a cross over their bowed heads. They kissed their rosaries, fingered their weapons, and fidgeted nervously. A flood of demons poured into view.


159 Words in response to Flash! Friday-Vol 2-26, 150 words (10-word leeway), Special Challenge: Include a fire.

  1. Very interesting post and great picture to support it. I love Flash fiction. Its like the last piece of a pie you cannot resist to eat and will cause you few calories but oh so delicious!

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