Lite-bites – The ‘Great’ War – WW1


It’s that time of the year.  In memory of the brave men (and yes, some women) who served in what is euphemistically called ‘The Great War’, AKA WW1. It is also a fictionalised account of a family tale that’s come down through the generations of an indomitable matriarch who you did not cross.

Remember, the challenge in Friday Flash Fiction stories (link at the bottom) is to write a story in one hundred words or less.  Not prose, but a proper story with a beginning, middle and end.  Some of my fellow authors who publish on the site do wonders and writing these stories and it teaches you brevity.

The British Army Nil, My Grandma Won

Felix, Beatrix’s only son and youngest child, turned seventeen in January 1918.

Having seen Kitchener’s plea, ‘Your country needs you’, he joined as an officer on his birthday.  The army asked no questions.

At home he let it slip; he was soon being shipped to the Front.  Beatrix’s turn of phrase was apparently not the type generally heard from genteel Edwardian ladies.  She ordered her carriage and marched upon the War Office.

No one knew what happened except that Felix was transferred to the Junior Corp in March 1918.  Armistice was declared eight months later.  My Dad was spared.

The ‘Great’ War

Friday Flash Fiction

Friday Flash Fiction, a great site for micro-fiction, sets us a weekly challenge, to write a story in 100 words or less. I generally managed to rise to my weekly challenge this week.  This was my last offering –  Patriotic.

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