Tuesday, 8 November 2011

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups #18


I thought hard about this week's challenge and have not read all the other entries. I am emotionally fragile so will write mine before I read the rest.

Poppies.

"It's sad" she sighed.
They sat on the carpet, bright faces as daisies turned to the sun, gazing at her.
"It all happened long ago, when my Grandad was just a boy. There was a big fight, a great war, many young men went to fight, but only a few returned. The poppies grew where the fighting had been, in the fields. After the First World War, it was decided to remember those who died every single year. We do this lest we forget.”
“Miss, isn’t your husband a soldier fighting in Afghanistan?”
“Yes” she whispered “Lest we forget...”