One short sleep past, we wake eternally*

three line tales week eight: flags

Photo by Liam Desic


The day rings with the clang of hammers on metal, curses, a dog’s bark – the crack of gunfire.

He looks for the boar symbol on the pennants waving above his head, the cloth snapping in the sharp wind, reminding him of his mother and his sister Nan folding sheets, the smell of fresh cooked bread, crushed lavender stems under his feet – prayers whispered over twined fingers.

Finally, he sees the boar’s horny snout and feels the truth squirming in his belly like an eel – he’s only 12 but today he’ll become a man.


Written in response to Sonya at Only 100 Words Three Line Tales – and this week I really have written a story in three lines, no cheating! See here for the rules and to join the fun.


Title taken from John Donne’s poem, Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud.

12 thoughts on “One short sleep past, we wake eternally*

  1. Oooh, brilliant stuff! I don’t know why this reminds me of Lord of the Flies – maybe because those boys left the island not boys anymore. Great take on the photo, this 🙂

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