Brenin knew when he saw the canary lying on the floor of the mine there was no time to spare.

“Run,” he cried, hoping the men would hear him as he sounded the alarm.

Every second was precious; every man had to get out.

It was Brenin’s charge; the safety of the mine.

“Run,” he screamed, not knowing when the bird had gasped his last.

He only hoped he’d live the length of the adit, and see the Welsh sun above ground again.


Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. Click on the link right here to find out more and link your own post. While you’re there, click on the blue frog button to find more stories from some wonderful storytellers.

This week’s prompt was mine.