Mud anchored boots to the trench. One hand gripped the ladder tightly, the other his rifle.
Rain beat the steel helmet, cascading in front of his eyes.
Across cratered fields shells crashed sending pieces of land, machinery and men skywards.
Hands shook from the cold; from the fear.
A shrill whistle, then over the top with just one thought.
“Survive”
Lisa Jewell
You’ve captured immense terror with very few words….
Great writing
xstephens
great imagery…nice work
danpatmore
It’s the concise nature of this that I like best. Concise even for flash fiction!
Natella2020
Wow, excellent writing. Very human, and all the more exquisite because of it.
Anne van Alkemade
well done Dwireland.
Silvia Manuela
Fast fuelled narrative.