2014 is the centenary of the outbreak of the First World War in Europe. Much has been written about this monumental, calamitous, blood-soaked, mud-splattered conflict, one that’s become a byword for the black futility of war. And much more will undoubtedly be written over the next four years. This is my first contribution, a flash fiction piece called The Last Letter. (It’s 1,000 words – and I know that some of my more hard-core fellow flash fiction practitioners would regard that as practically a novel, but there you go.)