Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–September 11th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:


Genre: Fantasy/Humor Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words


Dirk had always been a soldier. He couldn’t remember when he’d been anything else. When he wasn’t attacking something he was in the barracks. It was his life.

His Master Sergeant, Big Bill, was always there to direct him and the others. He was a hard man but fair. There was someone above him giving orders, but Dirk wasn’t sure who it was. The voice was loud, though, and Bill heeded it.

Every day was pretty much the same. Dirk wasn’t sure what they were fighting for but they always seemed to win. It seemed to be the point of it. They fought in a building and outside in the tall grass. If a man got left behind, Bill always went back for him. Dirk was glad. He would have hated to be separated from his friends.

There was that voice again. “Bill, how many times do I have to tell you to pick up your action figures? You know if your dad or I step on one of those in the dark we’ll really be upset. It hurts like the dickens. And don’t leave any in the yard. It would damage the lawn mower. Are you listening to me?”




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