Lest We Forget

So I know it's not April, but I needed something to post. So here is a flash fiction.


April 25th

At the end of the alley the metal soldier stood forgotten. He stared down the paved path, his arm raised in an eternal salute.

The rust had crawled over his features, and a spider spun a web in the crook of his arm. An old dried bottlebrush wreath lay at his feet.

If only someone remember.

The old lady walked slowly down the road; a crown of rainbow flowers graced her head. She paused outside the cake shop. Something nagged at the edge of her mind. Finally, she grabbed it.

April 25th

She hurried off and before long she stood infront of the metal soldier in the long-forgotten alley. She removed the flower crown from her head and replaced the dried wreath at his feet.

And said three words.

Three word that were engraved on the soldier’s pedestal.

Three word that should never be forgotten.

"Lest We Forget."


Estella Kate

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