“Vive la France!” The air stung. The barricade pulsated, monstrous in size. They cheered for this massacre, lungs collapsing against their voices. My bonnet flew from my grasp.
“Vive la France!” Its silvery tail ebbing against the crowd. Drums rattled, the enemy sharpened to a steel, gaping grin. My sight was blinded by blue and white. Bodies piling, tangled up with the living.
“Vive la France!” Deafening chants. Blood trickles, flag wrapped around my finger tips. My limbs slip as it cut through flesh. Red soaking the blue, drowning out the white. They fight for this bloodied silk and nothing else.
I love this, esprcially the line “the enemy sharpened to a steel,gaping grin”. Great imagery.