War Story

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

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β€œThe 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.

β€œMany American pilots died. You were lucky.”

β€œThe Resistance smuggled me to England, but I came back to France.Β  To find you.”

β€œThank God for hay wagons.” She smiled, leaning on his arm.

β€œHow could we manage it now?” He nodded toward the tightly wrapped hay bales behind the grumbling tractor.

Her hand closed tightly over his. β€œWe 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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