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The Cross Roads

By Jim Anderson

Looks good, don’t he? Like he could sit up and tell a story. Ol’ Terry knew a few! He wanted to write, you know. No, I never saw him with the arm, either. Yeah. In the war. The Hürtgen Forest, 1944.  Same day he crossed paths with Hemingway. Sure, the author! Funny story. Terry’s hugging the ground and he looks up. There’s Hemingway standing by the road, tree-splinters flying everywhere. The guy next to Terry yells, “Get down, you crazy bastard!” A shell comes in, and boom! It takes out the guy and Terry’s arm. ‘Course, he told it better.


I wrote this story for the 100 Word Challenge #346 at Velvet Verbosity.

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Filed Under: Featured, Fiction Tagged With: 100 words, death, Ernest Hemingway, historical fiction, loss, micro-fiction, short story, war

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  1. Velvet Verbosity says

    September 6, 2013 at 9:23 pm

    Ha! This was one was fun.

  2. Craig says

    September 5, 2013 at 7:17 am

    Nice natural flow. You can picture the pints between the storyteller and his audience.

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