For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 24 February 2017
Photo Credit: Sarah Potter
Samuel was sweating as he held on to his gun tightly waiting for the order to attack.
He thought of the girl that he left behind.
“Promise me, you’ll come back,” Emily said.
“I promise,” he said.
In the western front, it was the promise that kept him alive up to this moment.
“Fix bayonet,” the commander yelled.
From the muddy trenches, they climbed up to engage the enemy. One by one, they fell from machine gun fire.
Back home, winter arrived early. As Emily looked out the window, she saw the snow started to fall covering the ground below.