A Letter Home


Gently Caroline used Fredrick’s ivory jackknife to open the envelope she had just received.

After the initial shock at seeing the brigadier himself, she had breathed a sigh of relief.

My Dearest,

     Every night, I gaze at the stars and I find ours- just as I had promised.

     Your cousin Clifford stumbled upon a wounded one while on guard maneuverers. The deer stew was quite a feast for us.

     I miss your homemade bread for the world.

     We have not seen battle for several days. I am grateful, though many are restless.

     “Sooner them Yanks are dead, sooner we go home,” is the sentiment of most of the camp.

     Me, I could go a lifetime without another death.

     I am well. I hope to see you soon.

                                                                          You Are Loved,


Just as Caroline rested the short note on her lap, there was another knock on the front door.

Written for Aspiring Writers of Flash Fiction. Requirements: Create a 100-150 word flash story using the photo prompt given.


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