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.
Pyrotechnics
At first they seemed harmless. There was fighting on occasion, but we thought they’d merely been asserting their new borders. We were wrong.
When the fireworks started, the children were the first to run outside. They whooped for every fiery spider, starburst, or flower in the sky. We followed them, but we didn’t laugh. Something smelled fishy. We were right. We stood and watched, but the fireworks weren’t pretty any longer; they had become grenades. In a brutal, new, starburst pattern, children and adults ran for cover but it was too late. We were stupid. Soon we’ll all be dead. |
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