I knew this stupid wall would be trouble. We intercepted intelligence to “Scramble.” By the time I got there it was chaos. Absolute carnage. There were militia everywhere, cavalry included. The rank stench of death hung in the air. I retched.
My initial impression was that Humpty Dumpty was pushed.
David McTigue is from Liverpool, UK. Writes flash fiction and poetry and loves music, football, crosswords, cookery, reading, and his wife, three kids, and baby grandson.