It’s Week 19 of the More Odds than Ends prompts. Hard to believe I’ve been doing this consistently for 19 weeks! My plan is to say the same thing at Week 52. My prompt went to Mike Barker (again). This week my prompt was a photo from Kat Ross, “Dawn in the Cemetery”.
I used it to add a sort of epilogue to the short story In Defense of All We Hold Dear (link at the top of my page). So, here is Epilogue: Turning the Tide:
I stood stock still, staring around me. The ghost army, my ghost army, had done it. We’d taken the British supply depot that sat outside Trenton. We’d actually done it! We had turned the tide.
And, not a single one of my people had been lost. Yes, some were wounded, but everybody was alive, and the wounded would recover. We had regrouped after the fierce battle to a nearby field that bordered an old cemetery.
“The sun will come up soon, Miss…we have to leave,” a soft voice said from behind me.
I turned around and looked at the ghost of my father.
“I know…Pop, I really miss you, you know,” I was trying really hard not to cry.
“You are a good leader. I’m very proud of you. And, it’s a cliché, but I am always in your heart…I hope,” he responded with a grin.
Laughing, I reached out to hug him and got the best bear hug the world has ever seen. No, I don’t know why I could actually hug the ghost of my father, but at that moment I wasn’t interested in any explanations. I only knew that his bear hugs were one of the things I missed the most about him and somehow, this night, for this time, I got to experience them again.
Our mission to beat the Brits at their supply dump was a success. Finally, the on-again-off-again 250-year war for our independence might just be won by us. And we couldn’t have done it without the ghosts of all those past revolutionaries and soldiers.
He sighed and stepped back. I could see the shadows appear through him. I turned around and saw the sun coming up over one of the headstones.
When I turned back, he was gone.
“Bye, Pop,” I whispered.
Thanks, Kat. I enjoyed finding an ending to this short story and talking to my dad one more time.
Image by Keturah Moller from Pixabay
3 Replies to “Turning the tide”
Dusty in here… well done! Very well done!
Very nice. More than a bit teary eyed here.
Every once in a while I manage to capture the image I see in my head when I plan a shoot. This was one of those times. I shot over 100 frames that morning, came away with about a dozen nice photos and a couple of “perfect” photos. It is nice to see a “perfect” photo producing a great story.
I have my own answer to the photo that was posted in my lair back on 01/12/20.
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