As usual Matt at The Book Blogger set a song title as the basis of this week’s hundred word Flash Fiction challenge. and my first thought was, great I love I’m Gonna Be by The Proclaimers.
I downloaded this video clip, sat back and enjoyed…
No flash of inspiration came my way, so I downloaded the lyrics, but made it worse! All those mentions of five hundred miles didn’t fit with my favorite island of Crete as it’s only 160 miles long from east to west, 37 miles at its widest point, and just 7.5 miles at the narrowest place. It seemed I might have to skip this week’s foray so I concentrated on a separate challenge set by Ritu at But I Smile Anyway for three quotes in three days. Day 1, Day 2, Day 3.
Then it was back to the Pretenders:
For some reason I thought of war-time when the people of Crete did all they could to resist Nazi occupation. During this time many trapped allied forces owed their freedom to the bravery of local people. Some stories were famously captured in books and films such as ‘Ill Met by Moonlight’ by W. Stanley Moss. Another I’ve read several times is The Cretan Runner, by George Psychoundakis, it tells his story of working for Patrick(Paddy) Leigh Fermor.
Here is my mini tale:
The British officer looked every inch a Cretan partisan, except for his bruised clean-shaven face and bandaged hand. He stared at the ragged child.
‘Don’t underestimate her, Sir. She carries provisions and information up and down the rugged path between Kritsa and the mountains, she’s probably covered over five hundred miles.’
When the girl wiped her nose along the back of her hand before proffering it for a handshake the officer recoiled in disgust.
Then, with a gap-toothed grin, the girl shocked him in English, ‘And I would walk five hundred more to keep you safe. Come.’