The following photo is the PROMPT. Can you get lost in it? What kind of story does it tell you? Share it in a hundred words or less.
My story follows the prompt and the blue inLinkz frog. I appreciate honest comments and constructive crit.
Perhaps it seems I’m late to the party as last week, 27 January, commemorated the seventieth anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz. In my opinion, every day is a good time to remember.
Genre: Speculative Fiction
Word Count: 100
There is a museum in Jerusalem called Yad Vashem. Although I live five miles from it, I’ve never wanted to visit.
“Come with me, Hannah,” says Zvi. “The candles are pretty.”
My brother is relentless.
“No, Zvi. Let me forget.”
The maze of mirrors is filled with reflections of six candle flames.
“Shoshana Stein, six years old. Romania.”
Disembodied voices intone names in an endless requiem for the dead.
“Moishe Lapinsky, sixteen years old. Poland.”
One point five million children murdered.
“Zvi Goldberg. Four years old. Ukraine.”
At my brother’s name, I sink to my knees.
I will never forget.
The names I used in my story are fictitious. The names in the following snippet are real. Haunting in its simplicity, the candle room is an experience I’ll never forget.