Ok i wrote this in response to the 100 word challenge, http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2013/05/27/100-word-challenge-week91/ but i think it could be a new story idea, let me know what you think.
I sat listening as Garrik told the group of my family’s demise.
‘The men arrived as the sun was setting. I watched, knowing I could never reach them in time. Chelsea here was out picking flowers when it happened, she was only 3. I found her crying, alone, curled around her mother’s body.’
A tear threatened to escape so I walked away from the group. I never really felt the right emotion about my past, but even so, there’s always a sting in the tale. After a while I felt Garriks arm around me. I let me head rest on his broad shoulder, felling me body relax.