|Copyright - Bjorn Rudberg|
Daffyd stood looking out over the fields and felt a mixture of apprehension and sadness for what was soon to come. While he most often kept to himself and avoided the wider world about him, the rumors of war were beyond avoidance.
Like many a man he grumbled at the taxes paid to some robed popinjay he’d likely never even see. Unlike them though, he would gladly part with his coin if it meant he were free of armed conflict and all that it entailed.
He’d known the bitter taste of battle before and prayed to never know it again.
This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction photo prompt.