This month I’ve shifting gears, away from my short story “The Stand,” which will hopefully be out as soon as my semester is over in a couple weeks, to my short story collection, The Futility of Loving a Soldier.
It’s eleven stories about veterans and their relationships with family and friends.
Today’s excerpt comes from the second of five related stories, “A Family Tradition.” This one is about Maarten, a man who served during WWII. It’s the opening lines.
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Maarten glanced at his rearview mirror. Three blond heads greeted him, lolled back against the seat. The weekend scouting trip, full of canoeing and hiking and camaraderie, had worn the boys out. It was worth it though; John had placed first in archery, Ted first in soap carving, and Artie… well, Artie had tried. Maarten’s youngest son hadn’t meant to wander off on Saturday’s hike, or to drop his paddle in the lake. Twice.
While Artie’s older brothers excelled as Boy Scouts, he struggled to be even mediocre.
Maarten sighed. He didn’t quite know how to relate to his youngest boy, so different from himself.
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Lots of calls-to-action today!
- Read more about Maarten’s and Artie’s struggles by picking up a copy of The Futility of Loving a Soldier.
- Post a link to your eight sentences blog entry, or join the fun at the Weekend Writing Warriors website.
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