The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide.  It doesn’t have to be centre stage in the story, I have seen some where the placement is so subtle, the writer states where it is.

I was CF14 and he CF18.  We didn’t use names because that would have made us seem complicit to this situation. We were not, we were conscripted.

We didn’t fight for the side that had conscripted us.

We didn’t fight against the other side.

We simply fought to survive.

We were “cannon fodder” (CF).  An apt name since we controlled the canons and were in a place within the ship that often took the initial impact.  It was our little joke, in a place bereft of humour.

As much as we could, we looked out for each other but the reality was that in a battle, our chance of survival was minimal.  Neither of us could swim nor outrun enemy fire, trapped in what was essentially a tin can.

It was hard to find time and quiet in order to talk.  On – board we were either on our way to engage the enemy, engaged in fighting the enemy or limping away from the enemy.  All of which were very noisy, not to mention busy periods.

But we were friends until our ship and thus us ends …

(body of story = 189 words)

Categories: Tags: , , , ,


What do you think?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s