This story is written for the Flash Fiction for aspiring writers challenge.
https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/
I wish to thank Iain Kelly (see link below) for introducing me to this new challenge.
Photo credit: Unknown.
The alleys were deserted in that quaint old Spanish town.
The cobbled streets were shaded by the crumbling walls, although above the blue summer skies could be glimpsed between the roof tops.
Shutters had been closed across windows. Washing had been taken in. This was more than just a siesta. This was practically hibernation.
The small town waited, quietly and hidden away. This was a staunch republican town, in the heart of what was once republican territory. All the towns young men had retreated to the hills to continue fighting, leaving behind a town full of elderly men and women and children.
They all huddled together in their little houses. They had all heard the news.
In the distance they could hear gunshots and the sound of drums.
Francoβs army was coming.
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Lovely bit of historical fiction, and thanks for the mention π
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Thank you, and you are very welcome. π
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The muted silence reverberates louder in the alleys than the gun shots far off. What a story!
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Thank you, I am glad you liked it. Nostalgia seems to be my ‘voice’ I can’t seem to get away from it. π
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Nicely done! π
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Thank you π
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The suspense was so intense. Well done.
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Thank you. π I’m so pleased you liked it.
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Welcome to the FFfAW challenge! We are happy you are here. Great story! Very well done!
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Thank you π I will look forward to next weeks challenge, i really enjoyed it. π
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I am happy to hear that! Thank you!
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Excellent historical fiction, I could feel the boom of the guns.
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π Thank you very much.
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