2009 January Picture Challenge -- drabble
Title: Isaiah Tongue’s Watch 1/1
Author: sparkedbylore
Characters: narrated by Tongue, all the rest implied
Rating: G
Title: Isaiah Tongue’s Watch 1/1
Author: sparkedbylore
Characters: narrated by Tongue, all the rest implied
Rating: G
Beta: No one. You can put it all on me.
Disclaimer: It’s just fiction built on fiction. Any harm done to the reader is unintentional ... even improbable.
Written for: look_sharpe 2009 January Picture Challenge
Date: 2009 01 06
Form: 100 word drabble
A/N: I don’t know what I’m doing, but felt compelled to try anyhow. Sorry for the apostrophe spam, I was able to stop myself from changing ‘can’ to ‘kin’ though. Didn't use 'yay' or 'allus' either. *sigh* F/b appreciated, but be kind. Scratch that. Be honest. *braces*
Startin’ to feel like I's always on lookout. Not that the view's much: hot, dry, dusty, dirty country; s’all worn out, damaged. Do’en smell good neither. Soldiers on the march ... well. Ya get tired of the stink. Food's bad. Pay's late.
But there's tea an’ a fire at night; Dan's tunes, Harper's tales. Good lads. Mostly. Trust ‘em beside me in a fight.
Sharpe's an odd 'un. Hard 'n mean; fightin', always fightin'. The French, officers ... women. An’ us sometimes. Always for us though, ‘alf 'is fights is for us. Ya can follow ‘im, though. Ya can follow Sharpe. Yeah.
Author: sparkedbylore
Characters: narrated by Tongue, all the rest implied
Rating: G
Title: Isaiah Tongue’s Watch 1/1
Author: sparkedbylore
Characters: narrated by Tongue, all the rest implied
Rating: G
Beta: No one. You can put it all on me.
Disclaimer: It’s just fiction built on fiction. Any harm done to the reader is unintentional ... even improbable.
Written for: look_sharpe 2009 January Picture Challenge
Date: 2009 01 06
Form: 100 word drabble
A/N: I don’t know what I’m doing, but felt compelled to try anyhow. Sorry for the apostrophe spam, I was able to stop myself from changing ‘can’ to ‘kin’ though. Didn't use 'yay' or 'allus' either. *sigh* F/b appreciated, but be kind. Scratch that. Be honest. *braces*
Startin’ to feel like I's always on lookout. Not that the view's much: hot, dry, dusty, dirty country; s’all worn out, damaged. Do’en smell good neither. Soldiers on the march ... well. Ya get tired of the stink. Food's bad. Pay's late.
But there's tea an’ a fire at night; Dan's tunes, Harper's tales. Good lads. Mostly. Trust ‘em beside me in a fight.
Sharpe's an odd 'un. Hard 'n mean; fightin', always fightin'. The French, officers ... women. An’ us sometimes. Always for us though, ‘alf 'is fights is for us. Ya can follow ‘im, though. Ya can follow Sharpe. Yeah.