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Prompt was one hundred word drabble and here is mine. Speech isn't though, good speech that. Belongs to Churchill.
The Cost of Living.
"We will fight them on the beaches," He mumbled. "In the skies, the fields-" He babbled, teeth chattering in the after-fire air, voice tumbling in its haste to escape his mouth.
"In the streets! The hills!" Arthur is screaming now, like a child for its mother. Like a lion roaring.
Somebody – anybody - reached out. They are twisted, forced to the ground; England's knee pressed into their back. He yells;
"We shall never surrender! We shall defend our island whatever the cost may be!"
Whatever the cost may be, it will never be high enough, roars the burning, beaten lion.
May your quills be ever sharp.