C’mon Carol! Ya don’t gotta be scared. There’s no ghosts out here, an’ even if there was, they’d be good ghosts, that’d help you.
This is where they bury Army sojers who died gettin’ us peace an’ freedum. Daddy says they went all over the world.
Some peepul put up little flags to honor them. Daddy says up in Canada, sometimes they put up little red flowers called poppies.
It’s okay, we can play here. They don’t mind. In fack they’re happy that we can. Whenever I come here, I always feel nice an’ safe an’ potected. Happy Veterans’ Day!
Childhood innocence, and the freedom to play, and feel safe and protected, perhaps some of the most important, but only a few of the many things in my November 11th post, that we should remember are guaranteed to us by the selfless actions of those in our Armed Forces. SALUTE!
If you’d like to try this 100 word Flash Fiction, go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete story in the hundred words, (More or less) and join the Friday Fictioneers.