It’s a while since I’ve even seen Sacha’s #writespiration post. Love the photo. Here’s the story of what happened next in 52 words.
The drummer boy picked himself up and stumbled for the shore. A storm was brewing, but he still hoped the ships would be back for the remnants of the army. As he watched, the silence was broken by a sharp cry. He turned. The flash of the report exploded the bright moonlight.