The canvas smelled of mothballs and faintly of old fungi. Time yellowed the cloth and made some of the threads brittle. The buttons threatened to fall off their fragile threads. He unfolded the cloth and saw the old twine and stake, still dirty from when he’d used it.
After placing his own shelter half down on the table, he looked at a second half he’d carried – against regulations – through the muck and rains in Northern Virginia.
Brown spotted this yellow canvas, and holes had erupted where it’d got the bloodiest. His brother’s canvas had failed to stanch the wounds.
This week, I chose to work with Charli Mills’s weekly prompt – Yellow Tent. Her weekly story took a dark yet hopeful turn this time, and I hoped to accentuate the soldierly feel by creating this story. I’m also exploring my Southern roots this month, and here I use the Civil War as the backdrop.
The image is of Brandy Station from the Library of Congress.