Written by Brynlee for the 100 word challenge
“Winter is coming. We must keep moving!” Said one of the men pulling a wagon. “Stop!” yelled my mother “Joseph is dying!” The group stopped the wagons and I quickly ran over to my mother and my dying little brother. “Mom” I said. “What’s wrong with Joseph!” She answered saying, “He felt very ill this morning. And now he’s too sick.” Mother called over the doctor, (or the man that carry’s the medicine.) He put some pills into his mouth then finally started talking. “I think he has Red Fever. He might not live the afternoon.” And Joseph died that night.