Today’s prompt: He knew he must keep very still while he waited.
General Ulysses S. Grant stood outside his tent, surrounded by
his staff. The mid-afternoon sun was hot and he perspired in his dark blue
uniform. A fly walked on his nose but he couldn’t swat it. He knew he must keep very
still while he waited. Mr. Brady, the photographer, had warned him not
to budge or they’d have to start all over. This was confounded worse than
planning an attack on the rebels. Cannon fire boomed in the distance, but no
one moved. Finally, Mr. Brady shouted, “Got it!” General Grant reached for his
whiskey decanter. General Sherman farted.
Let’s find out what the others wrote:
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