Tag Archives: Outcasts

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.


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

Friday Fictioneers – Birth Rites

ff280115An icy wind whistled through the broken, abandoned buildings that formed, the once prosperous, St. Logan’s Cement Works. Three floors up, we huddled desperately for warmth in the corner of a derelict staff room. Droplets of oily condensation fell from the leaking roof, hissing against the single, glowing orange bar of our fire.

Ellie-May could never have foreseen a moment, or indeed a life, like this.  I doubt she’ll ever get over the rejection, let alone the deeply hurtful words, both said and written. I only pray she’s strong enough – for herself, and our child.

Ellie-May exhaled a deep breath and tightly squeezed my hand. It was time.


These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.