Sep 18, 2019
Flash Fiction: Ghillie
I was listening to a song, and suddenly I had an urge to write. The song was Saboton’s Camouflage, and this snippet of flash fiction was what fell out of my head today.
Ghillie
The mud stank. Private Jonah Staedler buried his face in it anyway. Overhead, the deadly whine of bullets snapped past his helmet and made the stink the least of his concerns. He turned his head, slightly, so he could…
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