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12/13/2012

100 Word Challenge - Breath



What follows is offered in response to Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge. The challenge, this week, is "Breath".


Haiku Friday 


It was hot and muggy. Close.  Not a breath of air.

He lay across the foxhole with an elbow dug into the slope that supported his rifle.  Sweat kept dripping into his eyes.

He hated nighttime.

He kept sweeping his eyes across the open field at his front.  He knew that if he focused on anything it would seem to move.  The little shrubs he could see in the dark, his landmarks, could be the enemy, clothed in camouflage.  Creeping.  It was hard to keep from getting trigger happy.

But hold his water he must.  He had one magazine left.


Ndinombethe.


4 comments:

Tara R. said...

Your war pieces are so vivid. My heart hurts for all of you who had to experience this.

Kir said...

I have to repeat what Tara said, if only to pray that God keep them safe and sound. Keep them safe...and have them know how much I appreciate what they are doing to keep us safe.

it was vivid, my stomach flipped, your words did that.

Bo said...

This made me tear up. Great writing.

emptythewell.com said...

This really is lovely. In a haunting sort of way.