Friday Fictioneers – There But For The Grace Of….

ff181115A woman’s shoe was thrown from the back of the crowd, only just missing the head of a small, red-haired girl. The man gripping the terrified child’s hand  paused to stare at their accusers. A brief, solitary act of defiance which saw louder, and even more venomous, abuse rain down upon the shackled marchers.

“Dirty scum!” the angry crowd shouted. “Die traitors!”

My Dotti and her friends joined in the shouting. But despite her words I knew Dotti was just as frightened as those being taken to the fields today. We were all frightened – next time it might be us.

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These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

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14 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – There But For The Grace Of….

  1. ansumani

    The scenes you portray, so expertly, are so hard to digest: The terrified child, the helpless father, Dotti’s fear and the crowd’s mentality . Well written piece.

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