Night Flight By David R Graham

A flash – just a flash – of inspiration

Night Flight

By David R Graham 28.06.16

‘It’s time. Get back and to the camp and bring the others up. And tell Grace to keep the baby quiet.

It was raining when the rest of the Fellowship gathered in the trees at the edge of the road. 

Suddenly there came the urgent sound of tramping feet.

Moonlight glinted off burnished iron.

A troop of Roundheads filled the narrow road.

Led by a horseman, the soldiers drew abreast of our hiding place.

We froze in our fear.

The patrol was about to pass us when Melody the baby, hiccupped.

The patrol turned on us with their swords raised.

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