Friday Fictioneers: Absolutely Nothing

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who provides us with a photo prompt. Each week’s challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Absolutely Nothing

It was a dark, overcast, drizzly day. The dedication of a new war memorial is, by its nature, a somber event, and the weather was accommodating to the inherent mood. Widows, widowers, friends, and family members of the people reduced to names engraved on the plaques that adorned the stone monument filled the seats provided.

Umbrellas kept heads dry. Handkerchiefs kept faces dry. Politicians spoke of sacrifice, duty, and devotion to one’s country. Survivors spoke of the horrors of war. Family members spoke of loss.

The ceremony ended abruptly when word came down that another war had just broken out.

Terza Rima: Home (Alternate Version)

Inspired by Cubby’s terza rima challenge, I said I would work on one that was fitting for the Nobbinmaug universe. While I was writing a terza rima for Norman Normalson, I thought of this. This one worked out much more quickly, so here it is. Yay!

Norman’s is coming soon. Update: It’s here.

Home (Alternate Version)

Home’s so far away, there’s nowhere to go
I ask for a dollar, you tell me, “No!”
I am all alone with no one to call
I have nothing left ’cause I’ve lost it all
Alone on the streets, time passes so slow

Up above, the bombs’ burst gives off a glow
As bullets fly by, I keep my head low
I wonder which of them carries Death’s call
Home’s so far away

Your heart’s the only home I want to know
I thought I could side-step Cupid’s arrow
I was so damn sure that I wouldn’t fall
That I walked away, imagine the gall
Now, I’m all alone, and I need you so
Home’s so far away

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