A short story…

For Sunday Photo Fiction




Crouching in a deep hollow, Captain Billy and his men had a perfect view of the trail. Soon their foe would pass the bunker. The atmosphere was tense, their nerves on edge. An arsenal of carefully picked weapons was close at hand. After days of practice and preparation, they were ready for anything. Breathe deeply lads, breathe deeply.

The attack came suddenly. The enemy advanced at speed bombarding them with missiles; a shower of soggy sprouts, rotten cabbage and turkey bones.

They retaliated with a cascade of mouldy mince pies, leftover pudding and sticky trifle. The food fight was in full flow but it was not going well for Captain Billy’s battalion.

Twenty minutes later, energy sapped, they emerged from the ditch with their hands held high, plastered in the rotting remains of  Christmas fare. The loser’s punishment was to clean up the battlefield and return the spent weaponry to the garbage bins from whence it came.



Word count 152


spf-january-6-2019-ce-ayr (1)Sunday Photo Fiction is hosted by Susan Spaulding. The photo is courtesy of C E Ayr


clean and dirty boy

17 thoughts on “A short story…”

  1. Hi Keith – what a horrible thought … but so well written for us to visualise. Happy New Year and here’s to more of your stories – cheers Hilary

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s