Here’s a free drabble for you!
The horse died during the rockslide. None of us did.
Lord Hammersmith had gone out of his way to purchase a luxury carriage, one with many small windows, so we were sprayed with glass as boulders pushed us along the road, pinning our cabin to a tree. Both doors blocked, and no window large enough for an arm to fit through, much less a man, meant we’d been festering for two days.
“Who do we eat first?” Lady White said.
“We’re civilized,” Lord Hammersmith shook his head. “We only eat the poor.”
He laughed quite heartily, and never breathed again.
…I’m apparently on a cannibalism kick these days. Don’t read too much into that.