God, Those Days by Ian Copestick

Brit Grit, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Ian Copestick, Non-fiction, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine

I’ve just walked past a kid, playing in the
Street. Running madly around with a
Look of pure determination on his
Face. As he rushed past me I heard
Him making whooshing  noises. I
Don’t know if they were gun noises,
Bomb blasts or whatever. It just
Brought it all back, a child’s imagination.
I must have fought WW2 in my family
Back garden a thousand times or more.
At first I thought I was Action Man
As so many boys of my time must have.
Later on, when I suppose my imagination
Was growing, I took on a cynical air.
I was now a battle hardened veteran
Smoking cigarettes in bombed out
Houses before I went to fight for honour.
God, those days seem so long ago.
In another way they seem like right now.

Bio: Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46 year old writer from Stoke on Trent England.
Although he started writing poetry in 2001, he only started sending them out for publication 8 months ago. In this time he has had over 100 poems and 5 short stories published. He is featured in print anthologies by Alien Buddha Press and Horror Sleaze Trash. His first book Detritus Of The Drunken Night is OUT NOW, published by Cajun Mutt Press.