War Story

This is my Friday Fictioneers contribution for this week.  The challenge is to write a 100-word story using the photo as a prompt. Join the fun at http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/.


“The hay was wet with my blood. Your face in the moonlight is all I remember. I thought I was dead.” He sat his wine glass on the balcony railing and gazed at the street below.

“Many American pilots died. You were lucky.”

“The Resistance smuggled me to England, but I came back to France.  To find you.”

“Thank God for hay wagons.” She smiled, leaning on his arm.

“How could we manage it now?” He nodded toward the tightly wrapped hay bales behind the grumbling tractor.

Her hand closed tightly over his. “We would find a way.”

16 thoughts on “War Story”

    1. Thanks, Sandra. At first, I had a hard time thinking of anything for this picture. It was the beautiful background that finally suggested a contrast of times.

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