Dad got sent to The War, that’s what Nan told Mum.
Mum wouldn’t listen – she shook her head, then shouted and waved her arms, then put her hands over her ears and cried.
Mum told anyone outside our four walls that Dad volunteered, that he took himself to the Navy, head held high and a smile on his lips, ready to do battle for King and Country.
Nan was right though – it was either go and fight, or hang for his crimes.
And I know what those crimes were – I saw them all.
Here’s my latest entry in to Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction. It follows on from my VisDare entry this week, but of course can be read on its own. I hope you enjoy it, and please do visit Lillie’s blog for more five sentence tales!