Saturday 17 March 2012

Lost





Part of a Trifecta writing challenge.

The challenge is to write a story called 'Lost' without the word appearing anywhere in the story - and to do it in exactly 33 words

I walk past carefully kept graves of young airmen long dead and into the church.


Inside; an embroidered plaque;


“Through these portals go the bravest of men - always frightened but never afraid.”



15 comments:

Eolist Petite said...

excellent!

Alistair said...

Thanks EP.

This was an obvious one for me really......

Bovey Belle said...

How poignant that was.

loverofwords said...

We don't have those close-up reminders here in the States. We should all be reminded, often.

Whispering Thoughts said...

Sad but beautiful.
Regards,
Ruby

barbara said...

nice piece. welcome to the challenge

Sandra said...

Wow, so very touching!

Alistair said...

BB - Thanks. I bet my Lovely G doesn't think I can say anything in just 33 words!

Loverofwords - There are too many of them here.

Ruby's - Thank you.

Barbara - Cheers and thanks very much.

Sandra - Thank you too.

Jester Queen said...

I particularly liked the contrast between the idea of a forgotten war and these lost soldiers and this permanent memory sewn for them.

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Alistair said...

Thanks Jesterqueen - kindly said.

becca givens said...

Great tribute to those brave souls who gave their lives for the freedoms enjoyed. Thank you for sharing!

Alistair said...

Cheers becca - it's a wee tale close to my heart.

Trifecta said...

Thanks for linking up to Trifecta this weekend. Welcome aboard. What a great response to the prompt. I love the visual you included with it. Very nicely done. Hope to see you back on Monday.

JannaTWrites said...

The plaque was a good inspiration - I like your 33-word entry. My mind rested on the distinction between fear and being afraid...

Alistair said...

Thanks both. I always post a photo {and usually what I'm listening to at the time} on each post and while I wanted to join in I also need to stay true to the blog.

The plaque is in the church at Scampton, England where my father served during WWII and is dedicated to his squadron.

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