We numbered only a third of when we started; the journey had eaten us, taken our strength, yet strengthened our purpose.
As we crested the hill, we saw our destination. A planned town, built in cruciform, four gates opening to the cardinals… four gates that would open to us, to allow us to take shelter within its wall, away from the beasts of the wild; to find soft dry places to sleep; to find fresh food to nourish us, and clean water to refresh us.
As each crested that hill, the excitement was high, yet none could find spirit to let out a whoop.
In formation, backs straight, heads high, we marched down that hill and approached the first gate… and inspected the first of the barricades raised against us, a force feared to destroy them.
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Barricade in 136 words