Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone

What is WonHundred Word Wednesdays? It’s when a group of amazing authors and I write 100 word stories all based on the same short prompt and post them. All the variations are fun to read. This week I have continued the story from the previous weeks stories: “Forgotten,” “And Found,” “Filler,” “Nameless,” and “Served Cold.”

Silence. Strange since it’d been, what, an hour, maybe two since noise had shattered his decades long solitude. Waiting for his heart to slow, Calder shoved the man off. At least he’d been a good shield. Whoever had attacked hadn’t hit Calder, if he’d been a target. Or the boy.

Crouching, he inspected his attacker. A dart stuck in the man’s neck. In all the mens’ necks, but this one had parchment as well. Plucking up the weapon, he inspected the paper.

      Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone.

He shoved Sorrell with his boot. “Up boy. We’ve elsewhere to be.”

This is the last planned post for Calder and Sorrell. What do you guys think, should I continue their tale?

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