Silvery flakes drift down slowly from the dark sky, leaving the battlefield a prominent white color that made the blood that stained it's pureness, all the more prominent. I lie behind a small wood fence with my best friend as enemy fire threatens to take our lives. I stare upwards towards the sky as the snow slowly comes to a stop. I think of all of the people back home. My mother would be cookin' up supper right about now; my younger sister is probably be writin' a letter to send to me the next day, informing me of what's going on at the house; my brother would probably just gettin' home from school, doin' his homework maybe; and my daddy hopefully smilin' down at me from heaven watching over me.
Bang! A gunshot that kills my buddy, pulling me from my thoughts.
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Pulled From My Thoughts
Historical FictionThis story is a short chaptered story that allows the reader to step into the perspective of kids in Colorado from different times. Hope you enjoy!
