Here’s my offering for Friday Fictioneers. 100 words on the button this week. I can’t say that it came easy, but I think it conveys the story I was going after.
And while you’re in the neighborhood, why not read my previous blog entry? It’s a good reminder for all of us who write to make every word count.
Despite his outspoken arguments against the Confederacy, to please Father, Amelia’s twin brother James enlisted. A year later he perished at Clark’s Mill.
Afterward she spent afternoons in the abandoned slave quarters reading Andrew’s letters in secret. The last one came seven months ago.
“When the war’s over we’ll live in New York…”
Had she lost him, too?
From the corner of the shack a Union soldier stumbled toward her, his face chocolate brown beneath his rumpled cap. Her knees buckled. He caught her and crushed her against his broad chest.
Breathless, she devoured his bronze lips. “Andrew. Dearest Andrew.”