It has been a while since I participated in Friday Fictioneers. Time has not allowed me the pleasure but this photo stirred something deep inside me that just had to come out.
by JE Lillie
Alliara passed in grandmother’s arms. Liquid rage followed the creases of the old woman’s face carrying the promise made down to the ocean of her heart.
Grandmother’s loyalty had been beaten away with each stroke to Alliara’s body. The elders had been deaf to every plea for mercy. Now grandmother was deaf to any reason for living.
She marched solemnly across the salt flats torch in hand. She came to the edge of the final rise, lit the torch and held it aloft signaling the tribe’s location to their enemy.
“Kill them all.” Grandmother softly prayed.
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