Daily Drabble – Corpse

It was the smell – compounded of blood, and burst intestines, and faeces, and fear. He knew it would fill his nostrils for the rest of his days. That and the sound of horses screaming in mortal agony. It was, he had discovered, easy enough to tune out human voices – but not the death cries of the animals who came here through no volition of their own.
He fell to his knees in the mud and hoped death would find him next. It didn’t, though he died anyway.
Another corpse among so many, only this one fell on his own sword.

©Jane Jago