Alastair’s Photo Fiction – Show of Faith

27-09-september-29th-2013The ministry was the last building to fall. Its cold, brutal facade symbolised everything about the regime. We’d all known friends, family and enemies who’d  been taken there – most never heard of again; bodies rarely found.

Today office after office was being ransacked. Files and folders scattered. Everything was going up in flames. It didn’t matter what notes they’d taken on us over the centuries. They were gone; the old ways were over. Everyone’s sheet was now blank.

Shouts up ahead said they had something, or someone. I waited for my second to catch up. He would need to see this. Make sure the message was relayed.

Nods of respect followed my walk up the dimly light corridor. Above a strip light flickered. Papers burned behind every broken door – except the last one. Behind that one was a woman. Everyone knew her. It was likely the last face many who disappeared in this place saw.  I could see her regulation dark blue overalls and boyish, greying hair. Her back was turned to me.

Entering the room my second passed me the loaded revolver. Without turning around the woman spoke in a soft, unemotional voice.

‘Go ahead son. I know you have to.’

She was right – I did.


These words form my entry into this week’s Photo Fiction challenge on Alastair’s WordPress site. The picture is copyright of

14 thoughts on “Alastair’s Photo Fiction – Show of Faith

  1. Al

    This is a great story, Paul. Having to kill the woman – as she was the one killing – or authorising the killing of – everyday folks. Of course, no brutal regime will stay that way forever.

    Excellent. Thanks for taking part again Paul.

    1. paulmclem Post author

      Thanks Steve. Since writing this story earlier today I have actually begun to flesh out a dystopian world in which to set some first person stories. Whether this effort will form part of that is undecided.


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