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| He smiled. Then turned to the empty graves out there in the cemetery. Then he pulled out a small flag from his backpack. One down, 999 more to go. Then, sober, he placed down that flag. What did these people have in common? They served the country. He was proud to be wearing his military outfit that he had worn serving others for so many years. The outfit still fitted him. There was no question about that. He gained weight and lost weight and still was able to keep it. Then he moved to the next grave and put a flag down on it. 998 more to go. He had enough flags to go through the cemetery. Then he moved forward and came across an important person in his life. His old boss. He cherished his old boss. "When will I get to see you again, dragon lover?" he wondered out loud. "When your time comes. Cheer up and stride forward. We've made a difference in the world serving our country," a voice could be heard in response. It sounded as if it was coming from the grave. "No matter what, I want to make a positive difference in the life of others. Even if it means just something as simple as honoring the veterans who fought in the war for our country. For the good of the people," he responded and set down a flag. "Just listen," the voice said again. He knew listening was important. He did that time and time again. Every step of the way. Somehow this phrase held a new meaning. What kind of meaning it held he wasn't sure. It was as if his old boss was still there to speak to him. Only he knew his old boss was long dead. Still, that didn't matter. What mattered to him the most was to complete his goal. 995 graves to go. He slowly continued to put flags on the graves and saluting to each one of them as he went. He was doing this for the country. Prompt: Photo of a military man putting flags on graves Word Count: 343 Contest and Activities: "The Bard's Hall Contest"  "Honoring Our Veterans - Challenge" "The Bradbury" |
| Sammy looked forward to Shrimp Fettuccine Alfredo any time of the year. This was going to be her birthday dinner and she knew it. All made from scratch at home. She had the recipe and everything. She could smell it and taste it. She dreamed of it too. Then her brother Bill came up to her. "We're so sorry, but the birthday dinner has been cancelled. Instead, we will take you out to a movie. Something went wrong with the stove," Bill said all at once. He wasn't hiding his grin either. "Typical. The stove works just fine. But there is a movie I would like to see too. It's been two hours already. Wait, is that my parents?" Sammy didn't fall for it. Immediately she could catch the scent of the noodles in her nose and sniffed. She was glad she didn't fall for it. "Surprise! It's your favorite meal- Shrimp Fettuccine Alfredo made from scratch. We added a little bit extra seasoning to the flavor. Come, let's sit at the picnic table and get all ready to eat, shall we?" Her mother, Angie, carried the food down and got the plates, silverware, and napkin set up. "Thank you so much and my birthday is soon too. What a perfect timing! This only happens once a year but I never grow tired of the meal," Sammy exclaimed. She knew it. Two hours was worth the wait. Rules + Recipe ▼ |
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