Spoils Of War

by Barry

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The whelp had actually worked up the nerve to propose! What now? She had no other prospects, none worth considering anyway. There was the old syphilis ridden drunk down the road and the shell shocked widower who had come home about 4 months earlier. All the other men were either away fighting the war or dead. The boy presented her with a dowry, livestock and a few coins that might tide them over until the war was over. She had few other options, now that she was a widow. So she swallowed her prided and consented. She had mouths to feed.

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Average Reader Rating: 3.5 stars out of 5

  1. Spoils Of War

    Susan Holder is terrific's Buddy Icon Susan Holder is terrific

    Posted about 1 year ago

    4.0 out of 5 stars

    Live stock!!!! Bring on the moo-cows!! (comment courtesy of an old Math professor I had when I was younger)

    This story is interesting but short. I liked how you juxtaposed the ‘whelp’ with the only other options.. I can see why she would choose him. I love the way you introduce that and then expand on it, finishing with – ‘she swallowed her pride and consented’.

    It does seem a little.. crushed.. space-wise, with not a lot written and a distracting run-on sentence but just on story itself.. Nice..

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