… “ashes to ashes, we all fall down.” The two sisters giggled as they hit the ground.
“Want to go home to play?”
I wish I could.
“Want to play tag, again?”
I just want to sit here and talk.
“Mama and papa miss you, you know.”
I know. I want to go see them but I’m afraid to.
“Because of what happened?”
“You shouldn’t have left us like that.”
He was bomb. No one saw it coming.
“I know. I wish I had a gun so I could shoot them back.”
Never speak like that, again, little sister. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
*These spectral sisters are my tribute to France. May all those involved find peace. May the world one day be rid of all this hatred.
This is a story in 100 words for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle-Wisoff-Fields based on the photo above. Click the blue frog to read more stories inspired by this photo!