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A private stands on sentry duty. Moonlight breaks through the clouds that are swirling way above his head. The weather is changeable.
His station is on a slight rise and from where he stands he can see the sea. He is sure that he can make out the white of waves breaking in the swell. He does not find it a pleasing sight. It is going to be choppy out there.
Behind him, it is possible to make out an encampment that stretches as far the woods on the next hill and then off to the right and out of view.
The moon is low in the sky and will be setting soon.
He sings to himself. Nervously. Trying to keep himself awake.
“ ‘There'll be blue birds over the white cliffs of Dover ...’
Come on, keep them eyes open. If Sarg catches you dozing you'll be for the first wave and no mistake. Besides, it'll be morning quicker and you don't want that now do you.
Got to stay awake. Think of something else. Forget about tomorrow.
Could murder a fag.”
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About the Author
I am the writer in residence for Hothouse Theatre, a community theatre project in Nottingham. I have written several fringe style plays and short films for Hothouse.
I am also the editor of Oh My Nottz, an online magazine which is used as a focus for the creativity of young people and Writer’s Block an online magazine supporting, promoting and publishing written work from Nottinghamshire and beyond.
I also write and self publish short stories via Smashwords (as you may have noticed) and occasionally perform poems on the Nottingham Poetry scene.