Tale #41: (fragment)

They killed our mothers and they killed our fathers and they killed most of our friends and most of their families too. And they burnt down our houses and they burnt down our churches and threw our books into the flames and our clothes and our paintings and our photos and they would have thrown our memories in too if they could. They loaded up their trucks with our money and our food and even our dogs, even our cats. And as they drove off through the smoke with the last of our things, they shouted out to us that now, finally, we were fortunate and free.

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Notes:

1. Written August 2016

Indifference

“It’s the indifference that hurts the most,” she said. “I’d rather contempt than this.”

“I know right,” said her brother, with a polite nod of agreement. “Isn’t it awful?”

He excused himself and left the room. When he returned, he was incredibly relieved to find she had gone.

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Notes:

1. Written February 2019