Victory March
They had won a great
victory and everyone was rejoicing.
The streets were thronging
with boisterous crowds. There was chest thumping and flag-waving all-around. The
sky was lit with fireworks and air was bursting with victory cries.
She didn’t step out of
her home. Six months back her warrior had been brought back in a casket. She
was made to attend an elaborate burial ceremony. And then she was forgotten.
Her eight year old son was
out there waving a flag. She thought
that there was something odd about that flag. She looked carefully and was
surprised to see that it was painted red.
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A post for FridayFictioneers on a picture prompt
Word count 104
Superb!
ReplyDeleteVery well crafted. The flags of victors are invariably bloodied.
ReplyDeleteand we often forget the people who sacrifice their lives. thanks.
DeleteVictories in wars are always bought with blood, and that is just as barbaric as it sounds. Good story.
ReplyDeleteWhich is why when 911 first went down I wanted to hang a rainbow flag. My dh said the neighbors would kill us, but I thought it better than war.
ReplyDeleteOh! The last line... :-( Wars were/are and will never be the solution...
ReplyDeleteThanks
DeleteYep, they're always painted with blood. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThanks Perry
DeleteDear Arora,
ReplyDeleteSo well done. A high price for victory.
Shalom,
Rochelle
it always happens that way, thanks
DeleteI wonder if there is ever a victor in a war, maybe the victor is the one that lost the least.
ReplyDeletethanks
ReplyDeleteSad story but good writing, I.B. This is a timely story these days. ---- Suzanne
ReplyDeletethanks Suzanne
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