Yuri Andrejevic passed the bottle of kvass around the fire. Nicolai Ivanovich merely stared angrily, arms tightly crossed over his belly.
“Oh, did we hurt your feelings, Nicolai?” bellowed the Colonel. “Well, I won’t apologize. Your story is ridiculous. A stone from the sky did all this!” He waved his gloved hand.
We’d been six days riding along the Tunguska river across thousands of versts of destruction, the great forest trees laid flat and burnt to charcoal, the rabbits and deer of the forest lying dead in their tracks with singed fur and blistered skins.
I drank the kvass, wondering.
Brilliant – Leaves a lot to wonder about in it’s wake…
Great situation of this historical fact in convincing narrative
A Mead-ia success.
Reality unbelieved. Truth really is stranger than fiction.
I guess it would be pretty hard to believe, at least back when it happened.
An intriuing tale indeed. Excellent.
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I enjoyed your tale – and learned a new word. Thanks a-rock!
Well done. I ditto Neil’s comment.
xx Rowena
A well-painted scene with lots more in store.
Great narrative about the event. I really liked it. :o)
Very vivid descriptions. You brought the scene alive. Excellent exhibition of some fine writing.
I agree with the comments, this had very vivid descriptions. Nice take on the prompt.
the more they drink, the more they’d realize they’re right all along. 🙂