“Pulpit duty Sam!” called Major Jack Larson. It was August 1915. Shit! I lowered Ransome’s biography of Oscar Wilde. “Orders. Sorry.” Nicotine-stained fingers tossed me a small envelope containing white powder.
Curious Flash Fiction by Simon J. Wood
“Pulpit duty Sam!” called Major Jack Larson. It was August 1915. Shit! I lowered Ransome’s biography of Oscar Wilde. “Orders. Sorry.” Nicotine-stained fingers tossed me a small envelope containing white powder.