Ok, this is my second attempt to return to Friday Fictioneers. With the kids back at school I hope to have plenty of time to read everybody’s stories! My own story is below the picture.
The prompt for this week’s 100-word story is a photo by group host ©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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Dust to Dust
I learned Esperanto in a dusty attic classroom. There were eight of us and we believed our optimism could change the world.
Three were lost in the rubble when the bomb hit our building. I was saved from that horror by my preference for a seat in the back corner, clambering out while walls crumbled.
The others tried to run. Two were shot in the back, another two dragged into the soldiers’ truck.
I kicked my book of Esperanto into the flames and fled the agonising cries as my people, my town and my hope turned to dust.