Here’s Friday Fictioneers, the greatest free show in town! Rochelle Wisoff-Fields runs this band of merry writers, where participants are asked to write a 100-word story, with a beginning, middle and end, using a photo prompt. It’s a wonderful challenge with lots of interesting outcomes. Check out other participants here. One of these days, I plan to get up extra early to be one of the first contributors… this West Coast delay is always a bummer!
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His sword was a blur as men fell beneath and around him. Blood flowed across the field, where even the bravest were slain. His eyes were fixed on the chaos, determined to survive and see his family again. Young, strong and valiant, he fought for a Republic that promised a better life for his young sons and daughter. He was willing to die for that hope. Ignoring the carnage, he fought on.
“Such a remarkable face! He’s exquisite.” Susan ran her fingers across the ornate mantel. “Who is he?”
The antiques dealer shrugged. “Who knows? Some nameless soldier.”
Carmen made me think of this. A favorite song, and reminder of our mortality. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wp4O7v5320