Flash Fiction # 2

                The leaves glint an emerald green and the sky is a sapphire blue.  The sun shines proudly overhead, a warm glowing orb of light.  The smooth rippling and gentle laughter of the brook laps beside me.  I stare at the scene around me and the woods take on a darker feel as the battle rages on.  The leaves flicker with the breaths of those who lay dying and the moans of the wounded.  The green leaves clash with the red.  The sky is blue with the tears of families and friends lost in the hour.  It slowly grows darker as the sun falls and more are lost.  The sun’s heat scorches my face along with all the other fallen.  Soon, however, the sun will retreat behind the mountain.  Long shadows pierce the ground and turn the brook’s water black.  The brook continues to cackle and slip over rocks.  Oozing through cracks and lapping the blood of the battle until it turns red.  Stars blink coldly as the sun falls, falls, and vanishes.