mitchg's published ficlets
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Turmoil
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Medal of Honor
The bullets were flying by my head like angry bees.”Over here! give me some cover.” I heard him yell.
I peered up out of the … -
Between the pipes
With the wind whipping through the trees, it made walking a little hard especially with the gear. The snow crunched under foo…
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Dog days
Watching him laying there, his eyes half closed.
Was he half asleep or half awake? The proverbial glass half full question.
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