Flickr Fiction
Suzie pushed her way to the front of the crowd. People stumbling, filthy and panicked. Her coat pulled tight around a skinny frame protected her from the touch of skin on skin. They stumbled into her, screaming and tearing at themselves. Many still sporting the injuries they’d received. Black eyes, torn lips, bruised and battered. The crowd moved slowly, there was no organisation. The mob pushing up to the front against the wave of people pushing back, trying to get through. All around her they stared with dead eyes. Suzie felt nothing. She pushed along with the rest, moving inch by meagre inch closer to the gate.
On the other side a field, vast and endless. It stretched to the horizon, deep green grass dotted with fence posts.
Pictures, so many pictures, flickering in the breeze. They stared back at Suzie. Row upon row. My god, how many? Each face the marker for their owner’s grave.
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This abolutely terrible piece of Friday Flickr Fiction inspired by ‘Untitled’ by Flickr user rougerouge. Also taking part this week: The Gurrier, Teaandcakes, Littlegoat, aquafortis and Chris.
Even with your shorter pieces you manage to transport the reader right to the scene. It’s terribly depressing in this case.
Comment by Isobel — July 2, 2006 @ 8:01 pm
I think you’re being too hard on yourself Eli and I agree with Issy.
It’s interesting that everyone seemed unsure of themselves this week.
Comment by Donal — July 2, 2006 @ 9:56 pm