Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
This week’s sunny panorama by Jan Wayne Fields took me to my usual dark place.
Or did it?
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on this picture, below.
© Jan Wayne Fields
Click here to hear the writer read his words:
Genocide
The bullet crashes into my chest.
I reel backwards, collapse.
I know it has smashed through my ribs, and that my blood is pumping out.
I hear the war cries of the attackers and the women screaming as our men die.
I know all is lost.
Our homes, our values, our way of life, gone forever.
A quiet descends.
I worry about my wife, wonder if she escaped to the hills.
Then I hear her voice.
She is standing over me, holding out her hand.
She smiles, helps me to my feet.
I am surprised that I feel no pain.