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David Gane
David Gane
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An abandoned warehouse located in Loveland, Colorado.
Photo by Tara Evans / Unsplash

☠ Readers beware: This story is from a writing project I did between May 24 to June 24, 2021. The goal was to write a new story every day. Although I'm happy with them, they are first drafts and many could use some work.

Thomas had stayed concealed from the enemy for the past three months in a small hideaway under the concrete slabs of a fallen building.

It was dry and warm and the soldiers never found him. At nights, he’d sneak out to set explosive traps, and search for food and supplies in the surrounding houses.

But all that changed when two days ago, he’d heard the news on the radio. The war was over and the allies had won. The enemy was to lay down their weapons and surrender. Coalition forces were already moving across the land and restoring order.

At first, Thomas was wary that it was a trick. A way to lure the ones left in the city out of hiding. But as each day passed and there were no longer the explosions or gunfire echoing in the distance, he grew cautiously optimistic.

When he work this morning, he decided it was time to crawl out of the safety of his shelter and see if the rumours were true.

Climbing out into the bright sunlight hurt his eyes, but it felt good on his skin. It’d been so long since he’d been out during the day. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t get far until his eyes adjusted, so he leaned against a burned-out car near the entrance of his refuge.

“Let me see your papers,” a voice called out. Thomas couldn’t see the man who’d said it, but he knew the tone.

“The war is over,” Thomas stated.

“It is, is it?” the man answered. Thomas could barely see the man’s outline before him. There was a rifle sitting in the crook of the man’s arm.

“Yes, I heard it on the radio.”

“Ah, I see. And you believe it?” the soldier asked.

“Why wouldn’t I? They said both sides agreed to the surrender.”

“Of course, the politicians would say that.” Thomas suddenly felt uneasy in his stomach. “But they don’t speak for us. They’re not our true leader.”

Thomas still couldn’t see the soldier, but he didn’t need to. The man holding the gun was a fanatic, talking about a leader that hadn’t been seen in years. Most believed he’d died in battle, but others—the fanatics—said he had gone into safe harbour from the forces that had tried to oust him.

Either way, it didn’t stop men like the soldier from continuing to follow him.

“Where are your papers?” the soldier repeated, his voice tight like an elastic ready to snap.

“I don’t have them.”

“Why not? You aren’t supposed to be on the streets without them.”

“I came out only for a second—“

“Doesn’t matter. You’re always supposed to have your papers.”

“Let me get them—“


“They’re just inside—“

“Stop—“ He lifted his old rifle and Thomas froze. The soldier moved towards him. “You’ll come with—“

The trap at the man’s feet exploded, tossing him like a rag-doll across the street. Dirt and debris struck Thomas, the noise deafening him, but he knew he was safe, far enough away to survive.

He walked to the soldier, who was a horrible wound and was barely alive. The man struggled to breathe and Thomas knew there would be no finality to this war. The beliefs were too deep and whatever truths were fought for would always be discounted.

He drew a small pistol from the back of his belt and put the man out of his misery, before climbing back into the sanctuary of his hideaway.

Writing Notes:

Early on, when I played with the idea of writing some fiction, I considered doing #VSS365 on Twitter, which stands for a very short story. Even before starting last week, I played with the idea, but the workload was too much. When I had done it in the past, it always took me at least an hour or two, so I kept my focus on the longer stories.

So today, when I faced the blank page, I decided to take the writing prompt for the day (#finality) and apply it to this project. I’m actually quite happy with it since I immediately settled on the notion of how hard it is to find finality in things, especially in today’s current affairs.

Fast Fiction

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Co-writer of the Shepherd and Wolfe young adult mysteries, the internationally award-winning series, and teacher of storytelling and screenwriting.


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