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…
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.