Sam Flashback
Bombs whistle and I see my comrades die right in front of me, leaving blazing hot fires like lava the only one keeping me alive is Freda. I collapse in the gravel. I Stand up and then silence…. The people stop firing. Finally it’s over, all the blood sweat and tears are gone. My comrades are in a better place now Freda eyebrows lifted and started shaking i think she doesn’t know what she’s doing here,but her spirit is what keep me and my comrades going.
W.A.L.T write a flashback from a different perspective and use show not tell.
The perspectives are.
Sam
Lucy
Freda (dog)
I pick Sam because he is a easier perspective
but sometimes hard to think of a word like transected or exploded
story called the "Anzac puppy" by peter Millett and Trish Bowles