14 October 2022

Published October 12, 2022 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: All-Too-Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100

MOURNING HAS BROKEN

Ubon sloshed through a puddle, stirring the leaves floating on the water. Why had she been so harsh with him that morning?

        ***

            “Banyat!” She smacked his bottom. “Hurry!”

            “Mamaaa, please. Don’t make me go. I miss my old school.”

His shrill whine angered her. “Do you want Mama to get fired?”

“Yes,” he replied with four-year-old logic. “Then we can stay home and play.”

***

Standing in the deserted playground, Ubon’s heart ached. What could provoke someone to slaughter babies?

            “Mama? Why are you crying?”

            She swept him up in her arms and held him close. “I’m so glad we moved.”  

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69 comments on “14 October 2022

    • Dear Trent,

      I wonder what’s going through these demented minds. Couldn’t the fired officer have just offed himself without taking all those children and his own family with him?
      At any rate, I started out with straight tragedy in mind, but decided it needed a happier ending.
      Thank you.

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  • Still unable to figure out all the madness happening in our world.
    Kid’s logic doesn’t work. This is a dark world.
    Hope parents never lose their kids…In fact, no one should lose loved ones…

    Glad mother and son in the story are safe.

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    • Dear Linda,

      I wondered, in light of the recent tragedy, how many might go that same direction. Before I took over I never read anyone else’s story before writing mine. Of course now I have the advantage of being first. 😉 Thanks for reading and commenting. 🙂

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • All-too-realistic is right. Painful story, and too close to home. Every decision we make has unforeseen consequences. I read about a family who moved to Florida just before Stoneman Douglas and my heart just broke for them. Obviously no worse than for locals, but imagine having that decision on your conscience.

    Well written, as always.

    Jen

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    • Dear Jen,

      It’s true about the decisions we make. Watching the news these days is painful. I can’t imagine what those parents are going through. So in my story I wanted at least one family to have a happy ending. Thank you.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • Just now becoming aware of what your story is about. Will the depths of human depravity ever go lower than this? To prey upon innocent babies that are already fighting for their lives. What the H***!?!? What’s terrifying is that they suspected her but let her keep working? Waiting until they caught her in the act? I feel so bad for those babies that were murdered that didn’t need to die 😦

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  • Remarkable, Rochelle.

    Reading your story and the comments reminded me of Sammi’s prompt word, and its genesis, last weekend: “amok.”

    I often wonder about the plight of refugees around the world. It seems that throughout history what mankind has been best at is showering others in misery.

    Well done (written, told, and voiced).

    Peace,

    Bill

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    • Dear Bill,

      Here it is Tuesday and I’m finally getting around to replying and commenting. Been an über busy week. No slow down in sight yet.

      I can’t imagine what makes a person go over the edge like that and take innocents with them. A lot I don’t understand nor do I want to understand.

      Thank you re my story. Nice to know someone’s actually listening. 😉 I strted recording my stories for a friend who’s visually challenged and it’s become a habit.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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      • Hey, Rochelle.

        Me too. I need to read and comment today. I’ve been slowed down for the past week but I hope to get to the pool today.

        I’ve been trying to figure out the voiceover stuff and software. As many YouTubes as I’ve watched, I should know by now. 🙂

        Peace,

        Bill

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  • How do you get to a place where you kill children? There are too many of these kinds of things that I will never understand. Thai people are overall very peaceful people as well. I was shocked and horribly saddened to read about what happened there. You portrayed well, as always, the heart of your character, her sadness, the love of her son, and her relief! In these days, it’s good to be reminded to hug close those we love.

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  • The empty playground brought about an association with the recent tragedy in Thailand in my mind and how sad is that? Nicely done and I am glad the story ends on a happy note. In this case in the category of ‘There but for the grace of God go I’.

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    • Dear Subroto,

      Exactly. When we walk out the door in the morning we don’t know how the day will play out. Most certainly those parents never expected that when they dropped their babies off at the daycare it would be the last time they’d see them alive. 😦
      Thank you.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • Dear Rochelle,

    Beautifully done. The logic of a child can be so poignant. When we read stories like this in the news, we cannot help but wonder what the world is coming to.

    Shalom and lots of peaceful love,

    Dale

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    • Dear Neel,

      The link closes at 19:00 or 7:00 pm my time. My guess is you weren’t able to link because you missed the cutoff. Therefore I can’t link it either. But I’ll be sure to read it. Sorry.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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