Gettysburg again. Her aging father wanted to go. It’s where he always wanted to go, and she hated it. And today it was crowded with tourists and Civil War re-enactors.
When one re-enactor grabbed her hand, she jumped. But he smiled, and her knees turned to jelly. He didn’t say a word the whole day, he just held her hand. And her father left them alone to walk the battlefield in the fog.
But the re-enactor’s clothes were too authentic, his eyes too old, and there was a small dark hole in his stomach. She knew what he was.
And soon, it was her father that got sick of going to the field every weekend.
The Woods Of Gettysburg:
This week’s photo instantly reminded me of this picture of the Gettysburg woods. I fell in love with the Gettysburg photo, though I don’t have a credit for it (as it was posted on Reddit with none).
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge prompted by a photo that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every Wednesday. Writing Prompt Photo Credit: Erin Leary