Jude read the inscription, “Hall of Warriors,” and stumbled through the double doors.
Cool air enveloped him, evaporating sweat from sunburned skin. Exposed skin turned to goose-flesh as he slumped against a wall and slid to the floor.
A giant warrior from an age long past dominated the room, glaring down on the small, soft, people who filled the room.
“Come on, come on!” Sammy tugged at Jude’s arm.
“In a minute son. You’ll see them all. I promise. Help me up.”
“What now?” Sammy asked as they edged along the wall.
“The concession stand. I need something to drink.”
I’ve missed the last two weeks due to a writing slump of some sort that I’ve found myself in. I don’t know the cause, but hopefully it’s gone.
Anyway, I’m glad to be back and hope that you like this little story.
#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should check out her sight and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.