WELCOME TO FRIDAY FICTIONEERS.
As always, writers are encouraged to be as innovative as possible with the prompt and 100 word constraints.
Henry David Thoreau said it best.
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)
Make every word count.
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One – two – three… eight feet long
Two strides across, the rest is dark…
Life is a fleeting question mark
One – two – three… maybe another week.
Or the next month may still find me here,
But death, I feel is very near.
I could have been 23 next July
I gambled on what mattered most,
The dice were cast. I lost.
by Hannah Senesh, executed by firing squad 1944
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 99
WIND IN THE GRAVES
Esther’s leg throbbed where a Nazi bullet lodged against the bone. Fueled by adrenaline, she refused self-pity and inched through the sewer on her belly, stolen rifles strapped to her back. Her partisan unit’s need for weapons outweighed her pain.
Once outside, she eased down in the weeds, unslung the guns and handed them to her sister. “Leave me. I’ll only slow you down.”
“You’ll bleed to death.”
“Better here than Auschwitz. Go!”
Tears streaming, Rachel took the guns and raced after the others.
Esther watched them disappear into the tree line, bared her leg and unsheathed her knife.
.In memory of these Jewish Partisans and countless, nameless others we cry out, “Never again!”