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Menolyrical; Final Friday Fiction

This FFF, am still sticking to the alphabet and today the inspiration is “W”. Therefore,
the book chosen is a biography, “Remembering Weary” (nickname of Sir Edward Dunlop); by Margaret Geddes, pub’d by Penguin.**

8 - intelligence
12 - successful
16 - flickering candle

TRENCH

There was burning. There was smell. Noxious and suffocating. It seemed there was blindness too, but somehow temporary, for there could be seen a ball of light through the painful eyelids. It reminded him of a flickering candle, but his experience told him it was the sun directly above him. He was on his back.

There was groaning. There was taste. Blood. Metallic and sour in his mouth. The groaning was his own, but it was only an accompaniment to the symphony of pain around him. The offensive was not successful. Had brought only a rain of fire.

Intelligence told him it was the last mortar shot which had spread his small band across the floor of the trench. Splattered might be the better word. He could feel the wetness and knew it to be more than his own flesh that was torn. He’d seen it often enough in other parts of the trenches and did not need his eyes to know now the scene of which he was a part. He felt incredibly alert to every sound, every trickle, every twitch.

There was pain. Yes, there it was. Then came the screaming. Then the silence.

LEST WE FORGET.

(202 words)
© Yamini Ali MacLean 2019


**April 25th is ANZAC Day - a day of remembrance of the fallen Australian and NZ troops in conflict. Weary Dunlop was a war hero, but a hero of peaceful society also and it is my honour and imperative to Never Forget.

...and yes I know this is published on the 26th...

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Sadly, getting a linky set up from the YAMroid has proven to be less than convenient, so on this occasion (and likely next month also) I invite participants to place a link to their FFF in the comments below. Sorry for inconvenience. If you do not already know how to set an inline link, copy and paste the following, but substitute your post URL (not just the blog but the direct post please) for the asterisks - doesn't matter how long it is - and in place of the 'carrots' write the words you wish to show as the link.

<a href="**********"rel="nofollow"><b>^^^^^</b></a>


9 comments:

  1. Happy Happy Birthday Dear YAM-Aunty. Maybe you can celebrate twice...first downunder then with us in the Northern Hemisphere.
    My FFF will pop up at 12AM my time. Here is my link
    http://downhomeinnc.blogspot.com
    Hugs and many good wishes HiC and Bcat

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  2. Ah yes, Happy Birthday! (Thanks to Cecilia for the reminder). Hope you have a wonderful day.
    Oh and that is a very moving FFF.
    Cheers, Gail.

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  3. Your story is so touching. The vivid detail of feelings made it seem like we were there with him.

    Woos - Lightning, Misty, and Timber

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  4. Beautiful!! Jakey and I will have our story up later this evening(12AM CST)
    https://llbinourbackyard.blogspot.com/
    Happy Birthday!!

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  5. that was a wonderful post for anzac day... often people say silence is peaceful and the tremeloes said it is golden, but this kind of silence after a battle can be scary and devastating too...

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  6. What a touching post for ANZAC Day. Happy Birthday, YAM-Aunty!

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  7. you are extremely talented with your writing. I lived each word, I thought I was on the wrong blog, because this is NOT how you write. I wondered as I read just why you had changed, but found the answer at the end. Lest We Forget.. good job

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  8. OH my goodness your story touched us.
    Wishing you a wonderful birthday down under!
    hugs
    Mabel & Mom

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  9. Happy birthday, my dear friend! I know you are having a grand time!

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