I entered a writing contest. I’ve never done that before. I didn’t actually tell anyone that I had until right. now.
The challenge was to write a complete story in 100 words or less, below is the non-fiction story I wrote. It was not chosen as a winner.
They came under the cover of night. In the newly fallen snow. Upon the banks of my grandmother’s beach. Stealthily; hundreds of them.
Their evening presence only given away by their footprints. Townspeople came to gander at the sight of it. Questions loomed for weeks as to the identity of the unsolicited visitors.
As the curiosity started to quell; a knock at the door. A representative from the United States Navy. He told my great-grandfather of the Navy’s mock landing on their beach. Then came the offer: “Seventeen thousand for your land.”
There now stands the Cutler, Maine Navy Base.