Five Sentence Fiction – Memories

Here’s a late post for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction.

The loud cheers of the people still rang loud in his ears even though he was already miles away from town.

He stepped off his horse and walked along a gravel path towards a burned down house.

Two years had done so much—there used to be a cherry tree standing in the backyard where, now, only a charred trunk remained, the outside of the house used to be painted blue and the roof was the color of corn.

He walked past the doorway (the door no longer attached to its hinges) and made his way towards the kitchen and sat down—the house used to be filled with laughter and the smell of bread being baked, now only silence remained.

They had won the war, the king declared him a hero, but the cost was too damn high.