Since I’ve missed a few short story Saturday’s, I’ve decided to make up for it. Here is the first one.
Military Fiction
Action: twist
Word: find
Word count: 247
Two nights ago, someone set off a firecracker in the latrine, completely destroying the toilet, the stall, AND the next toilet over. Since then, no one has been able to use indoor plumbing. The options are: shit your pants or brave the outhouse. No one really knows which one is the better option. At the rate it’s going, the outhouse is gonna’ need cleaning, and soon. No one wants to be assigned THAT detail.
McNatt leaned in close. “Do you know who did it?”
Before I could respond, Schwartz came up from behind and shoved me to the ground. “It was you, wasn’t it? Just confess already!”
I stood up and twisted his arm high behind his back. “How dense are you? I was on armory detail, you dick head. Maybe you’re the one that did it, huh?” I shoved him away; he stumbled a bit and a firecracker dropped out of his pocket. He froze in terror, realizing he was fucked.
Before I could even inhale, McNatt decked him square in the face, knocking him out cold. “Compared to what punishment he has coming, that was nothing!”
Our commander, who was watching from his window, marched over and stood over him. “Found ya, fucker,” and woke him up by dumping water on his face.
He, and he alone, was assigned latrine queen, effective immediately. The whole camp and I made sure to use the outhouse just before his detail, finally figuring out which option was better.
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