Story Writing

A Goat and Ten Coins of Silver

In a group of battle–hardened men, Wen always looked out of place. He was a slight fellow, fine–fingered. You have to be sixteen to join the King’s army, fourteen if they force you, and not one of us believed Wen was even that old. He said he was forced because of a five–fingered loaf of bread. That is, he was a thief. That may be the law, but stealing food isn’t stealing. It’s a part of life. No one pilfers a meal unless there’s no other way to afford it. An empty belly, unattended long enough, will drive any man to steal. Just ask any one of us.