Colonel Stratton was a cavalry officer first and foremost. He rode a gallant steed all across France in the First World War. The Army was his life, but here in Europe during the latest global conflict, he was starting to hate the changes of the last twenty five years.
Once, he had ridden his horse through thick woods, through muddy fields of bogged down artillery.
He stared at the broken broom handle that pierced the radiator of his Jeep, the engine sputtered, and he did the only thing an old horse soldier knew to do. He shot the steaming heap.
This is my entry in the weekly challenge here. The subject this week was "steaming heap"... Thanks a steaming heap Elisson. Anyway... Go, Read, Listen, Enjoy, VOTE! UPDATE: Busted. Labels: 100 word stories 1-20
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