Here is a 1000 word piece I have just entered into Devin’s altered history comp.

Black Hand green feathers.

Everything within the city was in place for what had the makings of a bright and sunny day of celebration. Crowds of people dressed in their finest clothes lined the streets waiting patiently for the cavalcade.
The visit had been a long time coming. Delayed by at least a month due to ill health of the Emperor, many had remodelled their plans to ensure this day would proceed without any hindrance and deliver exactly what was expected.
Flowing parallel to Appel Quay, part of the route to be taken, the River Miljacca had not looked ever as lovely this year as it did today. Reflecting back the dappled light and mirroring the arches of Lateiner and Cumurja Bridges in ever so slightly distorted images the serenity of the water seemed to be at one with the city itself.
Governor Oskar Potiorek met the Royal party at Sarajevo rail station with six automobiles. By mistake, three local police officers took to the first car with the security chief, leaving the special security officers who ought to be passengers behind on the forecourt. Try as they might these three failed to attract enough attention to remedy the situation. The second car held the Mayor and the Chief of Police. The third car in the motorcade was a grand affair, a Gräf & Stift PS open sports car with its top folded down. Franz Ferdinand, his wife Sophie, Governor Potiorek, and Lieutenant Colonel Count Franz von Harrach rode in this.
The motorcade’s first stop was a brief inspection of the military barracks. As it approached the five deep crowd shouted and waved with joy on seeing the Archduke, resplendent in his beige uniform and ceremonial hat of feathers blowing too and fro. At ten o’clock they shouted some more as the procession left and made for the Town Hall by way of Appel Quay.
Security arrangements were limited. The local military commander, General Michael von Appel had proposed that troops line the intended route but had been overruled for fear of offending the loyal citizenry. The Sarajevo police had sixty officers on duty to cover the event.
Within the crowd the Black Hand, six assassins bent on making the day their own, waited for an opportunity to make history. Mehmedbašić, placed by Danilo Ilić, the Serbian leader in front of the Mostar Cafe was armed with a bomb. He was the first to see his target. In the few seconds of opportunity he failed to act. Čubrilović stood next to his accomplice, armed with a pistol and a bomb himself could not take to the deed either. The procession continued on none the wiser, the crowd still cheering with delight. Further along the Quay, Ilić had placed Čabrinović, this time on the opposite side of the street near the river. He was also armed with a bomb. Behind him the sun still shone on Cumurja Bridge.
At ten past ten the entourage reached Čabrinović. Quickly he threw his bomb. It bounced off the folded back convertible cover and onto the street to explode under the fourth car. Screams of horror echoed about the stone built facades while flocks of birds took to the air in fear and flight. A one foot-diameter crater, twenty wounded people and one useless vehicle was the result.
Čabrinović swallowed a cyanide pill and jumped into the river. The cyanide only induced vomiting, and the Miljacka was only a few inches deep where he fell over the high walled bank. Through the turmoil the remainder of the procession sped away towards the Town Hall leaving the disabled car behind. Three more assassins, Cvjetko Popović, Gavrilo Princip, and Trifun Grabež could do nothing but watch.
A number of officers dragged Čabrinović out of the river while the crowd baying for his blood set about giving the culprit a severe beating. The police turned a blind eye and then took him away.
Arriving at the Town Hall the Archduke, thankful for his life, was in no mood for Mayor Curčić’s welcome speech and interrupted him complaining.
“Mr. Mayor, I came here on a visit and I get bombs thrown at me. It is outrageous.”
A silence fell upon the gathering, wondering what was to come next. Who should speak. Sophie whispered in her husband’s ear and he appeared to mellow somewhat.
“Now you may speak,” the archduke continued.
After the mayor’s address, Franz Ferdinand had to delay his own speech until the papers, still wet with blood from the damaged car’s occupants were brought to him. Once delivered he concluded in his own words with praise to the people of Sarajevo.
“I see in them an expression of their joy at the failure of the attempt at assassination,” he added.
After a half hour of discussion the Archduke and his wife decided to give up their planned program in favour of visiting the wounded from the bombing, now at the hospital. Count Harrach took up a protective position on the left-hand running board of the open top vehicle. In order to avoid the city center, General Potiorek decided they should take to the Appel Quay. Their driver Leopold Lojka, took a right turn into Franz Josef Street though. He had not been told.
Princip had moved to Schiller’s Delicatessen, opposite Latiener Bridge and at the very junction the Royal couple’s car had now mistakenly taken.
Governor Potiorek called out to Lojka to reverse and take the Quay road. Lojka stopped the car close to where Princip was standing, then began reversing the convertible.
Gavrilo Princip saw his chance. Reaching in his pocket to take out a Browning automatic pistol he turned quickly towards the vehicle. In his haste he tripped and having his hand still within his pocket fell to the pavement with a crunch of his shoulder bones, skittling a few bystanders as he did so. His shoulder was broken. Lojka in the meantime took to the correct route and moved off to deliver his passengers to the hospital safe and sound.