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Last Shot of the War by Simon Kewin

Bells rang out over fields of mud and blood. Frederick crouched in his trench, not daring to believe. Somehow he had survived, he of all of them.
He stood to cheer. He didn’t hear the bullet, last shot of the war, skimming across no-man’s land to thump into his chest.




Simon Kewin writes fiction, poetry and computer software, although usually not at the same time. His fiction and poetry has appeared in a wide variety of magazines and anthologies. He lives in the UK with Alison and their two daughters Eleanor and Rose.

His web site is http://simonkewin.co.uk and he blogs about writing - his own and others' - at http://spellmaking.blogspot.com.