Skip to main content

Flash Fiction: Soldiers

Supplies were piling up faster than the volunteers could sort them into the baskets. The soldiers would be elated to see that they would not be spending their tours without being thought about at home. The packages were overflowing and more donations were due to be delivered the following day. The basics would go first then individualized packages from the families.

What are the supplies that are being gathered? Is it a volunteer group or an organization set up to aid soldiers? Where are the donations being sent? Where are the coming from?


The word is soldiers and this post comes in at 61 of the 75 word limit set by the M3 blog.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

C is for Calm

It's been so long that I'm not sure what it is anymore but I think I'm beginning to find calm. It is the feeling that allows you to find contentment in the smallest things. It does not have to be something major, it can be something as simple as a gentle breeze. There are a number of things that have a calming effect; I look forward to being able to do them. What are they? I'll tell you in no particular order. Walking on the beach. Drinking a beer by a bonfire. Sitting in front of a fireplace. Reading a book. Spending time alone just thinking or writing just to write. Calm is a nice feeling, and one that has been missed the last few years. Slowly it is returning that is why C is for calm.
8 comments
Read more

Flash in the Pan Playing Along Still

The pages were bent and ragged from years of use, covers worn out from hands rubbing over them. There were bowls everywhere, the oven was still hot. She tasted it again, something wasn’t right. It was sweet, tangy but not right. What was missing? She scanned the room again to see. Onions maybe? No, but what could it be? She hit her head on the cabinet. A pepper that was it!
4 comments
Read more