“Hey! Stick your head out, Yank. Need some target practice.”
“How ’bout this, Reb?”
“What’s that?”
“Ham.”
“Dang! You got ham?”
“Reckon. Whatchew got?”
“Tobacco.”
“Meetcha middle the creek.”
“Hold your fire! Ham for tobacco!”
“‘Preciate it, Reb. Been dyin’ for a smoke.”
“Yup. How’s Mama?”
“Sends you her love.”
Henry F. Tonn is a semi-retired psychologist who has written a sterling novel entitled “Ascent to Madness, Zelda Fitzgerald’s Gilded Cage” which is is having a great deal of difficulty finding a home in the publishing world.
Nicely visualized—and all too true.
Thanks, Alex. I wrote this years ago and the ending only came to me last week. :)
I’m a long time reader/admirer of Mr. Tonn’s writings, Always have loved his tongue in cheek observations as a North Carolinian.
Ah! I just love all my fans.
I’m English and this story broke my heart. Wars are terrible but civil war is the worst of all. A brilliant story – well done!
Thank you so much for your vote of confidence. This is one of the great tragedies of war. Some of our recent American elections have done the same thing–split families.
Must missed this one earlier. Perfect capture of the south…the times…great title!!