Good Friday morning! With the dishwasher clamoring away to my right, the cat asleep on the bed, and spring finally showing up here in Indiana, it is time for this installment of Friday Fictioneers
Ok enough… here is my contribution to this week’s Friday Fictioneers!
It’s The Wrong Flag©
The cool morning haze gave way to a heating morning sky but it was not yet sufficiently hot to go back inside. Pablo sat in his padded chair drinking his second cup coffee and vacillating between the foggy present and the clear past.
“Rosario, get the men in position, the Germans are on the outskirts and they have a tank!”
Soon, he was lost in the heat and confusion of battle with a bloody nose and bloody ears from the concussion of the German 20 mm gun from the Panzer I tank and choking dust of battle.
“Rosario, ROSARIO!” he screamed over the radio, “The tank… is coming …get to safer position!”
Waking up from his recurring memory he saw the flag unfurling in the breeze and said “It’s the wrong flag!”
“Grandpa, time to go inside.”