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The Last Smoke: A Short Story

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The Last Smoke: A Short Story

John hunkered down further in the snow-filled trench as a gust of wind ripped through the fortified passage. Next to him, his buddy William did the same, blowing in his gloved hands to warm them against the chill. John sighed. All he wanted to do was curl up with his little girl and read her T’was the Night Before Christmas before he tucked her into her bed. Instead, he was huddled in a trench in frozen France, and he was surrounded by enemy soldiers.

He was almost frozen himself. Snow had been falling since the wee hours of morning, and his trench coat, trousers, and shirt were soaked through. He wished he could move. At least he could warm up that way. But if he accidentally exposed himself over the top of the trench, it would give away their position. And it would likely be the end of him.

He gripped his rifle and prepared to fire a couple of rounds.

William slid a round into his rifle and smiled at him. “It could be worse, you know? It could be this cold and raining. At least the snow gives us a little time before we feel it.”

John smirked then steadied himself.

He hated this part. The part where he had to peek over the edge, fire a round or two, and hope that he would be lucky enough to pull everything he showed the enemy back into the trench when he was done.

He took several deep breaths and nodded to William that he was ready. They both crouched at the edge of the trench and fired blindly into the white expanse.

Rolling himself back down into the trench, he hunched over himself to build up body heat.

William bumped into him as he dropped into a heap beside him. “Just a little while longer, Johnny. Then we can head down to the rest of the group and curl up beside a barrel fire until our skin turns read. You got any papers on you?” He dug around in his pockets, searching for his tobacco.

“They are probably wet. I’m soaked through.” John leaned to his side and pulled his papers out of his back pocket. They were wrapped in leather, but even leather soaks through after a while.

William took the folded leather and set it in his lap with his tobacco tin. He peeled his wet gloves from his hands and untied the string holding the leather closed. Running his index finger against the edges of the papers inside, he gave John a grin. “Middle ones are dry.”

“Hurry up and roll one then. I’m freezing,” John grumbled. He wrapped his hands around the barrel of the rifle, siphoning the last of its warmth into his damp gloves.

William set to work, sprinkling the tobacco on a dry rolling paper then rhythmically rolling it between his thumbs and fingers to pack the tobacco tight. He folded the leather pouch back up and handed it to John to tie closed.

John wrapped the strings around the leather and tied it tightly before he shoved it back into his rear pocket. The movement exposed his wet backside to the frigid air, sending a chill through his body.

William tapped the end of the cigarette on the lid of the tobacco tin to pack the tobacco even tighter, then he closed the tin tight and slid it inside the interior pocket of his trench coat. Pulling a box of matches out of the same pocket, he placed the tip of the cigarette in his mouth. He fiddled with the box with his cold fingers until he was able to push the end of it open, and he pulled one of the tiny sticks out. Striking it quick against the barrel of his rifle, he lit the cigarette and snuffed the match out in the snow.

He took two long puffs then passed it to John. “You know, I’m starting to wonder if we are even shooting at anyone. We ain’t had a shot returned in two days.”

John shook his head, taking the cigarette. “They’re out there. Just because we can’t see them and we haven’t heard them, don’t mean they aren’t biding their time.”

William chuckled. “I bet they packed up and left once the snow started coming down hard. They probably decided that if it got this cold up here, we could have it.”

John smirked and took a long draw on the cigarette. The smoke was warm on his throat, and it tickled it slightly, but it did little more to heat him up. He passed it back to William. “They’re out there. They’re probably just waiting for a clean shot before they let us know where they are.”

William tucked the cigarette in his mouth, letting it dangle as he talked. “I’ll prove we’re alone. If no one returns fire after our next shots, I ‘ll stand up and roll us another cigarette.” He looked at John, his face full of certainty. “I’m telling you, there’s no one out there. We’re just shooting at the snow.”

John pulled a bullet from his ammunition pouch and loaded his weapon. He frowned. He did not want to agree to such a stupid bet, but he knew that no matter what he said, William was going to do it. Once William set his mind on something, he did it. If anything, trying to talk him out of it only made him want to do it more. John bowed his head against his weapon in silence, hoping that William would just let it go.

“You ready, Johnny?”

John looked sidelong at his friend, doing his best to ignore the “I’ll show you” grin on his face. He gave William a nod.

William adjusted the cigarette in his mouth, and they both crouched at the edge of the trench again. They each fired a single shot into the falling snow.

Rolling back down into the trench, they kept low, listening. No shots were returned.

“Told you,” William said with a triumphant smile on his lips.

John put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Just wait. They may still be trying to determine where the shots came from.”

William shook his head. “I’m telling you, Johnny, there’s no one out there. The officers just have us out here to make their superiors think they are working. We’re freezing while they’re down there by the barrel, eating and staying warm.” William took one last puff on the cigarette and snuffed it out in the snow. He placed the part he did not smoke in the pocket of his trench coat.

“Give them five minutes, Will. Just five,” he pleaded with him. He did not want to beg, but he would stall for as long as he could.

“Fine, I’ll give ‘em five minutes, then I’m going to roll a victory cigarette, and we are going to march down to the other end of this trench and park our asses by that fire. The commissions can come down here and fire at the snow if they want to appear busy.”

John snorted and closed his eyes. He hugged the warm barrel against his chest and rocked side to side to create as much heat as possible. And he prayed. He prayed for a single shot to ring out, anything to prove that they were not shooting at nothing—anything to make his friend give up his stupid idea.

The minutes ticked by much too quickly. John counted the seconds and knew that he had run out of time.

“Gimme your papers, Johnny.”

He pulled the leather pouch from his seat pocket again and passed them to William.

William propped his rifle against the side of the trench and stood up. Swiping his arm across the snow at the top of the trench, he created a flat spot to wrap and roll his cigarette.

“I told you, Johnny. We’re gonna be sitting next to the barrel in about ten minutes, finally warm, finally dry. Them officers think they got us fooled.”

John could not say anything. He gripped his rifle and watched his friend, praying hard and fast that even if there were soldiers out there, they were hunkered down in the trenches next to their fires and not paying attention.

William pulled a small stack of papers out of the leather pouch and flipped through them to find a dry one.

John’s gaze darted to his friend as soon as the single shot broke the silence.

William’s head jerked back, and his hands stopped moving. He appeared frozen for a moment, gazing off at something in the distance. Then he fell, crumpling into a heap.

John sat, frozen in shock, as his best friend’s body collapsed into the snow.

A gust of wind whipped through the trench, picking up the cigarette papers and scattering them over the snow, but John could not do anything but stare.

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Book Review: Hyacinth

Hyacinth by Kirsten Osbourne

My rating: 3 out of 5 stars

Don’t get me wrong when you are reading this, because I truly do love this series. Each girl has their own story to tell, and Hyacinth was one that always faded to the background in the previous stories. Now, she’s the main character, and she is one I can sympathize with because she is a writer. But, after waiting for this book to come out because it took me less than two hours to read the previous book, I found myself let down.

She recycled a character from the Amaryllis story, Lawrence. I didn’t really like him in the Amaryllis story–found him to be a character that felt forced to be something he wasn’t. He was a suitor that Amaryllis practically used to make Alex think she hated him. So, when he popped back up in this book, I found myself disappointed because I wanted a new character. Lawrence remained on his course as a flat character that felt entirely out of place throughout the entire book.

Another thing about this book is that it felt like the author did not take the time to really edit it. There was so much more story she could, and probably should, have told. It felt rushed to me, as the reader. It was almost a bare-bones story, like she got down the main story she wanted to tell, checked it (poorly) for grammar and spelling, then sent it on through to be published. It’s incomplete.

And for poor Hyacinth, who was always overlooked to start with, it was entirely unfair.

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Weekly Update: August 6 – August 12

Weekly Update CoverIt has not been a very productive week.  Not in the least bit.  My husband and I decided to separate at the beginning of the month, and he has been moving out as he can around his work schedule.  And since he is currently working a seven-day week, life here is still in a bit of disarray as there are partially-packed boxes and stacks of things that need to be moved sitting in any available spot.

It is not conducive to my productivity, to say the least.  Everything should settle down here this week, moving-wise.

Farm-wise, we have field peas and tomatoes coming off the vines faster than we can sell them or put them in the freezer/can them.  I have been shelling peas most of the week.

When I was not shelling peas or slicing tomatoes for the dehydrator, I managed to finish a short story.  Since it is well below my usual word count threshold for publishing on Amazon, I will be posting it here on the blog sometime this month.  Other such shorts will be appearing as well.

This week, I’m not focusing so much on getting things written but more on getting this new domain set up the way it should be, decluttering and organizing my home, and keeping up with the summer harvest.  I am using the partial move as an opening to deep clean the carpets and rearrange a few of the rooms in this house.

What do you have planned for this week?

What Are You Reading?: August 12th

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What are you reading this week?

I will be honest and say that I did not finish both of my books from last week.  I seem to have mislaid one of them.  There has been a lot of packing and moving things around this week, and I think my book got moved from where I put it in the process.  It will turn up, and I will just have to read it once it does.

I finished A Crabby Killer on Wednesday, and I enjoyed it.  I wish I hadn’t waited so long to get around to reading it, but I’m glad that I have gotten the chance to read it now.

A Warrior's Journey: CoverThis week, I am reading A Warrior’s Journey, from the Dragonlance: Ergoth Trilogy, by Paul B. Thompson.  It is the first book in the series.  I would have read this one last week, but as I said above, we have been doing a lot of packing up and moving things around, and I did not know where this book was until the middle of the week.

Ad Astra: CoverI also have Ad Astra by Kevin O. McLaughlin on my reading list.  It is the first book in the Adventures of the Starship Satori series.  Kevin is in many of my writing groups online, and when I saw his book was up for grabs during a free promotion, I picked it up.  If you are reading this, Kevin, I’m sorry it has taken me this long to get around to reading it.

Both of these books should be quick reads for me.  They are both in genres that I absolutely love (fantasy and science fiction, if the covers didn’t give you a big enough hint), and this week should be moderately quiet, so I should be able to lose myself in a good book.

So, what are you reading this week?