The boys were standing in a disciplined manner. All of them were no more than 18. Some of them were as young as 10. They were the child soldier wing of the warriors. They had no clear idea what they were fighting for. But their leaders were sure. So the children were convinced that they were fighting for something great. Their leader came before them and stood on the platform.
“The day has come! Tomorrow is the day for destiny. I have selected you two for the ultimate sacrifice. Decide among yourselves who wants to drive the truck” His voice boomed as he pointed to two of the tallest boys in the set.
They came forward and sat in front of each other. Beads of sweat on their forehead gave away their fear. They were about to play naughts and crosses. The loser had to wear the suicide belt.
Written for the #FFfAW 175
The challenge is to write a story for the photo given in 100-150 words. Plus or minus 25 words.
Photo credit: Yarnspinnerr
Number of words: 147