The Cold Hill (A Drabble)

(Drabble–a short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length. Written by @UniversalMonk)

The Cold Hill

In 1864, upon a nameless knoll, a man quickly slit his wrists and fell.

One last murder.

He could hear the dark red snow under him shift and creak, surrendering to warmth.

Tears blurred his vision as he gazed skyward—inky clouds cradling a crescent moon.

He recalled his grandmother, her tattered Book of Mormon a warm solace. Soon, he'd finally discover if divine forgiveness really awaited.

At dawn, Confederate soldiers stumbled upon his frigid form.

"Press on, men," said the captain. “I know this man to be a coward. Take his gun and let the animals have at him.”

END