It has been four days now.
For four days we have been trapped in this bunker as those dastardly planes bomb our city relentlessly. The torrential explosions in the day are followed by distant detonations in the night. It then that we venture out of the bunker. A group of four or five at a time. We make a run for the storeroom and grab food for those in the bunkers. The devils in the sky think they can make us quit with their rain of hellfire. That won’t happen. We will never give up.
Long live our Fatherland!
Word Count: 99
Prompt:
Carrot Ranch September 5 Flash Fiction Challenge
The Dark Netizen 
A great piece, lots of emotion.
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Thanks so much, Roberta! 🙂
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Ditto above. Plus that telling last line. Neat. 🙂
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Thanks so much! 😀 😀
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As ever… 🙂
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great action and never give up – ahhhh –
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Fighting till the last man here, Prior!
Thank You! 😀
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That’s a hard place to be. Your words show it.
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It is really tough!
But they will hang on! 🙂
Thanks so much! 😀
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That’s a very difficult position to be in. Your words set the image and tone so beautifully although it’s heartwrenching. Good one, Nid.
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Thanks so much, Shweta! 🙂
Those were difficult times!
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Great action writing, Net. I can feel the determination. They just might outlast the bombing.
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That’s grit.
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