They huddled closer together as the roar passed overhead. The stone walls of the barn did little to protect them from the frost outside. Their breaths formed white clouds in the air, their cold tears stung their faces.
They heard an explosion in the distance. Then a series of cracks like gunfire. They had come far, but the fighting was following them. They would have to leave the barn soon and carry on west.
She looked into her daughter’s eyes. She saw her husband’s features in her young face and wondered if she would ever see him again. She apologised again for bringing her daughter into this world.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).