A girl was dancing in the street, her braided hair spinning at the exact same angle as her skirt. Her figure shone bright with each revolution that brought her out of shadow and into the pouring sunrays caressing the asphalt.
A man leaned against Bidwell’s doorframe, looking on but not seeing the girl. His eyes were glazed over like he was recalling something distant.
The images are seared inside my mind still. Only the useless details though. Years of therapy have yet to bring back the face of the man who left the bag against the hydrant, right before it all went black.
For Friday Fictioneers. I added my dark tale to the many dark inspirations that this week’s picture has instilled in the brilliant minds of the Fictioneers.
Chilling but excellent piece!
Thank you Gabriella 🙂
There sure is a lot of death and destruction accompanying the idyllic scene.
I read it twice just to make sure. Dark ideas.
Chilling, a tale of opposite ends. One young girl, free and joyous, celebrating life, and one man reliving an act of terror. Social commentary at its best. Well done.
Oh, what a nice comment! Thank you 🙂
In its simplicity this has the ability to arouse great emotion in people. Nicely done.
A lot of bad things happen on that corner, I think I shall avoid Tecumseh! Nice writing.
Dark, indeed! Just how I like them 🙂
A very different take. Very well presented.
Dark,yes,and great transition in time at the end..well told.
Sometimes, it is the ones who are left that ultimately pay the price.
Oh that was eerie.. and yet I guess that can be the truth for a survivor.
How sadly topical. You have written the story well. Send a chill down my back.
A lot of disjointed images to sort through, then it went black. Intriguing.
I liked this one.
Sandra, you juxtaposed the light and dark very well in this piece.