I tapped out a little response to the most recent flash fiction challenge from Carrot Ranch Communications. The prompt was “fossil”.
Content Warning: War, death
They Used to Call Me Fossil
Fossil, I remember when they stopped calling me by that name. I never minded it. It was their way of letting me know I was part of the gang despite being several years older than most of the guys. It seems they found that name disrespectful after I supposedly saved their lives. I’ve never been sure I saved any lives. I only know about that one life I took, the man everyone says was going to kill a lot of us. They called me a hero. I wish I could’ve let them keep thinking of me as a fossil.