Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.
How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.
If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 6th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.
This was originally posted on August 6, 2017. I worry that when I wrote this three years ago I was being prescient. I hope, four years later, it doesn’t come to this.
Muttering under his breath, Charley shook his head as he and Jeff surveyed the damage. “Two more bodies about 20 yards down that closed sidewalk,” he told Jeff, pointing to their left.
“Them’s the sixth and seventh so far today,” Jeff said, updating the tally on the page on his clipboard.
“We gotta check these buildings next, just in case there are more in the rubble.” Charley said, looking toward the concrete shells where housing units once stood. “Look out for snipers.”
A year had passed since the generals declared martial law after the military takeover of the federal government. The president, his family, and most members of his administration had been jailed for treason against the state. The insurrection by the president’s loyalists began almost immediately. Riots and mayhem around the country ensued.
The generals cracked down hard in an effort to restore order. There were thousands of fatalities in the fighting and countless arrests.
Most of the rebellion had been quelled, but bands of Trumpanistas, as they called themselves, continued to roam the cities and cause havoc. The generals assured the public that things were under control and peace would soon be restored.
But Charley and Jeff knew better.
(200 words, exactly.)
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Photo credit: J. Hardy Carroll.