The Remains of the Night

On the not-so-fake-news (‘cause we can see it with our own eyes) we have been treated recently to scenes of the aftermath of wars. One of the least gruesome views has been of the staggering amounts of material left behind in the countries where wars have taken place. As I looked upon a huge store of abandoned US military equipment, I couldn’t understand why the military had not destroyed equipment they could not take home.

So, I unmuted the sound. I frequently turn on the news and mute the sound. It is far less annoying. If breaking (or even brakeing) news were to occur, 42 font size words would appear in backgrounds of annoying color and I would notice. In this case, I saw familiar military equipment of the type I used to operate. Unmute sound. Investigate.

It was equipment used by the US military, but it was not exactly abandoned. It had been supplied to Saudi Arabia which had, in turn, forwarded it to friends of theirs. Friends of that Kingdom are not always friends of US. Could it be that sometime in the future US military would be fighting a foe equipped by the US military?

But let’s not chastise our friends in the desert. They contribute so much money to our economy through their purchases. Friends sometimes have friendly disagreements such as the young folk I imagined for this week’s Twittering Tale. I think back to friendships in high school days where friends interacted on two levels; unseen inner voices expressed real emotions. Outer public displays of emotion hinted at true feelings when played out at weekend gatherings in homes of friends. Chaperoned by parents of course. Weapons were softer and far less noisy than those parents would use.

So much for my rant. Easy assembly instructions follow so that you can put together your own story. Rants are optional. Go to Kat’s site for the roundup of last week’s stories and find fascinating blogger posts. If you decide to play, go to her website to post a link to your story in the comments section. Her story for this week follows the picture prompt followed by my post.

By Kat Myrman

About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

Twittering Tales #125 – 26 February 2019

Photo by Jay Mantri @ Pixabay.com

The Unmade Bed

The officer scratched his head, “I’m sorry ma’am, what’s the problem? This is your son’s room? Is he missing?”

“He’s at school.”

“Um, OK. How old?”

“He’s 15. He’s always been such a neat boy. Then this! Something’s terribly wrong. Drugs maybe?”

“I’m afraid he’s a teenager ma’am.”

~kat
280 characters

My submission:

The war had been hours in preparation. Both sides had enough forces and weapons. Where would the battle take place? Annie Green’s war was a rout. The Battle of Mary Hastings was a draw. Now, it’s all out victory or friendships would suffer. It’s difficult to organize sleepovers.

280 characters

Ron

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2 thoughts on “The Remains of the Night”

  1. I always love your rants Ron. Your lead in in the comments of my page were so intriguing to me. “Throw me the pillow you dream on”. Are those lyrics? They are pure poetry! As for the theme of your tale, I know about organizing sleepovers. With 4 daughters you can imagine the mayhem! 😊

    1. I can imagine and I almost feel guilty for not helping my wife in organizing the gatherings for my seven daughters. I just pointed out I was out doing manly things with my two sons. It was a cop-out; I knew it.

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