Flash Fiction Writing: Borscht. March #1
March 28, 2022
A fifty-word flash fiction writing post composed for March. This piece is a brief story about war, cold, hunger, renewed friendships, and soup.
Borchst
Cruel weather. Despite modern material ingenuity, once cold seeps in, harder to recede.
Months of stand-off, no washing water, barely to drink. No fuel, ammunition low. She approaches.
Bowl in hand, she smiles. He stares a moment as steam wisps rise.
Enough.
Discards Kalashnikov, takes off helmet, accepts her spoon.
Words: 50.
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