Thursday, 26 April 2012
Last week I came across the #SatSun Tails on Rebecca Clare Smith's Journal, a weekly competition of 150 words, including a photo prompt and a written prompt. On impulse, and just for the fun of the involvement I wrote this short piece and posted it.
Accompanied by this photo was the written prompt :-
“Forget what they plant in the killing fields.”
I didn't manage to earn a place, but did qualify for a constructive critique, which is always appreciated, and I did enjoy taking part in the competition too.
The overall winner this week was Jeffrey Hollar at “The Latinum Vault”. His entry was a beautifully written piece entitled “Her absent lover.”
You can find Jeffrey's story and all the other entries here:-
10th #SatSun Tails. Competition entries.
10th #SatSun Tails. Competition results.
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“Forget what they plant in the killing fields.” An order, not a request.
I hefted the heavy axe high above my head, then brought it down as hard as I could, burying it deep into his skull.
“How the hell can I forget when they come to visit me every full moon?” I shrieked at the falling form.
I dragged him outside and buried him alongside the others, fashioning a wreath of fern over his grave, adding the willow branch fetish.
“I'll be seeing you again, at the next rising, let's see what advice you can give me then, huh?
Looking over my shoulder at the house, I noticed a flicker of shadow pass the upstairs window.
I walked back inside, grabbing the axe before setting off up the stairs.
“Now we will see who gets to do the planting in future.” I whispered to myself.
©2012 Stephen. J. Green.
Author's note:- After reading the critique I decided to edit the ending slightly from the original story, hopefully it reads a little better now. :-)