Rochelle sets us a one hundred word flash fiction challenge, prompted by a photo, every week. Come and have a go, if you think you’re bard enough.
He was all wrong for a beggar: always in a collar and tie, though his clothes were very old; too haughty, too disinterested. He was in the tunnel on my walk to work. I donated in the early days but something in his manner put me off. Then, one day, he wasn’t there and I didn’t give him a second thought. Yesterday, I read the local newspaper and felt sick to my core. “Sergeant Angrive Hanghi of the 77th Indian Infantry Brigade or “Chindits”, awarded the DCM in 1945 for activity behind enemy lines in Burma, died aged ninety-four. He was captured and tortured prior to VJ day.” (108)