(100-word flash fiction x 2)
“Wake up! Wake up!” heard William. It sounded like the cuckoo clock back home he had engineered, just to tease Mary. It was machine-gun fire.
When a bomb had exploded in their trench, they had scattered like disturbed, scurrying ants. Wounded, bloodied and dizzy, he had tumbled into another trench.
Something nebulous seemed eager to claim him. Was it Sleep? Or Memories? Floating in was the London bus he had met Mary on. Followed by the beat-up jalopy proclaiming ‘Just Married’.
A shadow fell across the Memories and a gun barrel took its place.
“Wake up! Wake up!” it said.
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“Wake up! Wake up!” chimed the cuckoo clock.
Mary was startled awake from her afternoon nap. She stood up suddenly and moved towards the clock that William, the appliance-tinkerer, had engineered.
Inside her, the baby kicked in protest.
“Settle down, ‘lil one.” She cooed, patting her bump. “The war will be over any day and Daddy should soon be home.” She picked up the telegram, which proclaimed, bold with hope, “COMING HOME FOR THE BIRTH”
“I’m home!” announced the doorbell.
She ran to the door, but it was just the postman with another telegram. It said, “WILLIAM, KILLED IN ACTION”
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I wrote the second story first but felt William’s story had to be told too. Hope everyone’s well and keeping safe and away from the Virus. Thanks Rochelle for bringing us together every week 😊
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