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Friday Flash

Giving this a go, while still at work, Shhhh don't tell.

http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/2011/10/06/photo-prompt-for-100-word-flash-fridayfictioneers/

Here is my 100 words.

The morning dew clung to the bent and twisted tress where several men in confederate gray sat around a campfire.

 “I see them bastards out there beyond the mist.” A one-eyed veteran spat.

“I remember them in ’62 sittin’ out there in all their finery, come to watch they do, like we’s some kinda spectacle.”  Another said.

A bugle broke the silence of the damp air and the thunder of hoofbeats roused the camp.

“Look alive boys! We’ll give ‘em hell this time.” A tall impressive officer, the palid color of a corpse approached as the others snapped to attention.

Short preview- Tale from the Forgotten Sea

To whom should ever find this missive stowed away in a corked-glass bottle tossed upon forgotten seas.
It is absurd to think that I should forget the details of the previous events that led me here, since they are

burnt into the dark places of my mind. However, I must record them on this parchment with my left hand, since that is the only one I have left.
The night raged to a storm, the likes of which, I had never seen, nor do I care to see again. Our ship, the

Dreaming Hangman, having been hurled against the jagged rocks, lurched like a great hulking beast washed ashore; no longer able to return to the sea...."