Friday Fictioneers – Ride Across The River

(Author’s note: End of February, I go home to America. Until then, I post! Here is this week’s fictioneers.)


© Roger Bultot

Ride Across The River 

by Miles H. Rost

Klaus tripped over a broken tree branch.

He hated his commander for staying at this place. It wasn’t safe, and wasn’t protected.

It was Christmas, and he was not wanting to be in this foreign land. He wanted to be home. Any home. He even spoke enough English to get by.

He had made it about two miles when he ran into a vast line of men. One commanding man looked down at him from his horse.

Klaus raised his hands.

“I know English. I surrender. They are not on guard.”

The horseman looked back, and smiled.

“Victory or Death!”


Courtesy of; 1851 picture credit to Emanuel Gottlieb Leutze


23 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Ride Across The River

  1. Very creative take on the prompt. You built up the tension in this skillfully. I have to say I love that album.

  2. I must be missing some cultural reference, because the reply “Victory or Death” just seems inconsequential. I tried googling the phrase, but even Wikipedia wasn’t particularly enlightening.

    • Battle of Trenton, just after George Washington’s ride across the Delaware. The phrase that was used to signal the pincer attack on Trenton was “Victory or Death!”

      From Wikipedia: Before Washington’s crossing of the Delaware River at the Battle of Trenton in 1776, “Victory” was the password and “Or Death” was the response.

  3. I hope Klaus makes it home in one piece! What was a German doing over there anyway? Was he one of the Hessians, like the Headless Horseman? Thanks for the snippet of American history along with the tale Miles

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