Thursday 13 December 2018


The God of Soldiers


‘That’s the replica of Mars…..’
‘I can’t believe it……’
‘Yes, my grandpa made it for me….. He loves me so much…’
‘Does he tell you funny stories?’
‘Of course, I never miss my… my mom and dad.’
‘But he keeps shouting at you?’
‘No, no. Never!’
‘Did he love your mom?’
‘Yes, always.’
‘Why did he make this…?  Mars?’
‘He was a soldier. And Mars is the god of soldiers. He says Mars saved his life, many times.’
‘Still?’
The boy was about to say something, but the colour faded from his tiny eyes. The grandpa was staring at him from the upper window.
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A post for Friday Fictioneers on a photo prompt.
Word count 104

26 comments:

  1. The reader knows what the boy won't state. Cleverly done

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  2. Doesn't sound like a happy life.

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  3. Dear Arora,

    Methinks the boy doth protest too much.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  4. Fear or loyalty... the former I guess.

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  5. sad, it looks like grandpa trained him well.

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  6. So sad... I always say when someone tries too hard to say another is good... they are trying to convince themselves.

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    1. sure, you got what i was trying to convey, thanks

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  7. There are are several ways this can be interpreted, but he sounds like a troubled child to me.

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  8. Oh my. That last line hit me like a ton of bricks. Excellent write.

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  9. Classic symptom sof abuse, denial, possible PTSD. I have an hour free on my schedule next week :)

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  10. I feel so sorry for the boy. Great write.

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  11. Seems like love and loyalty are being bestowed on somebody who doesn't deserve it one iota. Well told.

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  12. Well written, I really felt for the boy

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  13. Oh.. so much not stated... but this is a sad affair.

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    1. Thanks; there is always a temptation to say more and leaving something unsaid is a challenge

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