Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the little frog. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
Image © Roger Bultot. Used with permission for this Friday Fictioneers Challenge only. Any other use of this image requires Roger Bultot’s permission.
The Quiet Ones
“Our species doesn’t deserve to survive.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Look at us. Wars, mass killings. It never ends.”
“You do? I thought…”
”No, you’re right. Tribalism, greed, the pretense of divine will—it’s been going on since biblical times and hasn’t stopped. We’re still the same people we were back then…”
”It’s hopeless. The cruelty we impose on each other… we’re a lost cause.”
”No we’re not. We’ve got great compassion, and love. But that’s not valued, there’s no power there. That’s what can be changed, what must be changed.”
“You sure about that?”
Another synagogue shooting, the Easter mass murder in Sri Lanka, the mosque shooting in New Zealand, another synagogue shooting in the US, another mosque shooting, another… and no, other religions aren’t immune to killing out of pretended religious reasons either. When I saw the picture I was debating myself whether I should participate this week, being German and all that. Once again white supremacists march and kill people, being loud and unabashed about it. Then I thought I’ll just be preachy again. So here you have it.