Too Little…

chess-eyes

PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold

 

Too little to understand, I looked through the chess pieces to the fight. He, tall, and towering over her like a giant Goliath. She, small, refusing to cower in fear. Words of hate echoed off the walls. Light glinted off the barrel, blinding me to the moment when the bullet made impact. I watched her crumple, a red rose of blood blossoming across her chest. The Goliath smiled and laughed.

I vowed never to forget.

I did not.

There he is, now. So small… cowering…

wc: 85

 

Authors Note: My deepest sympathies and prayers go out to the congregation of Tree of Life Synagogue in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania this week. It is a horror that touches the soul so very deeply, even hundreds of miles away.  Thank you, Jeff Arnold for giving us such a fitting photo for this week’s prompt.

 

This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to  Jeff Arnold for sharing this week’s photo prompt with us.We’d love to see you around the table.

Advertisements

31 thoughts on “Too Little…

    • I was trying not to… but, like you, my soul is still raw. I could just imagine our own congregation… we have the littles in for the first part of the service… And, most of the people like to populate the back rows. I could just imagine seeing it through the eyes of one of those littlest angels… Pastor began the service with commending all of us for being brave and courageous not to let terror win and keep us home. Honestly, I hadn’t thought of it at all til he said that. Then, he preached on Mark 9: 34-38 and in the middle it hit me…what would we be willing to give up to follow God… would we give our lives as those in Tree of Life did? Would we… honestly… Sigh… sorry, I’m babbling…

      Liked by 1 person

    • In reality, my great uncle held her down by her throat and was choking her. He nearly killed her before another Uncle stepped in and beat the shit out of him. My great uncle was a disgrace to all we hold sacred. He’d come back from Korea changed into an evil-evil thing… I won’t even call him a man because he just wasn’t. He was a demon beast.

      Liked by 1 person

    • I’ve written about the incident before, different context. this picture was just so haunting. Had too too many stories floating around had to chose but one. From the response, I choose correctly.

      Like

  1. Praise God! He’s dead! Seems a horrid thing to say, but it sounds to me he didn’t deserve to live for one more minute.
    There has been too much tragedy this week. Too much murder, too much ugliness and hatred. Sickens the heart.

    Your writing was outstanding, especially in describing a scene that was real to you.

    Liked by 1 person

    • If you found it so, I am glad. I’ve shared this event from my past before (it was actually a near strangulation), but the events for some reason stirred them back to the top of the pot, and it seemed fitting for this week’s write.

      Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s