In front of the advancing waves of men strutted one, braver than the rest, more brazen and bold. He swaggered where others walked, his eyes glinted that bit sharper. You can tell a born leader, but this man was something else, in a league of his own. Comfortably six foot, defiantly red hair glinting in the sunlight. He had that effect, his charisma rubbed off on his men, each felt invincible, untouchable, unstoppable. Yet they had a ruthless efficiency around them, perhaps it was the rugged stubble gracing the face of each, perhaps the blood stains not yet wiped disdainfully from the sword, but you could just tell that they were the crème de la crème, the cream of the crop, the best of the best.
The above is my attempt to foray into flash fiction. From now, it will be coming every Monday, based on a song each week. This week’s was based on War by The Hypnotic Brass Ensemble. Please give me your feedback, I’d love to hear!