26/02/2014

RABBITS - Friday Fiction

RABBITS

When we were boys – before the war – we loved harvest-time.

We would surround the last stand of wheat armed with sticks to kill the rabbits as they made a dash for freedom, then we’d ride on top of the loaded wagon, shooting with our stick-guns at mothers and sisters, yelling, “Bang! You’re dead!” and throwing them the rabbits to make stew.

Now we hide between the bales armed with rifles to shoot the soldiers, and then flee like rabbits to the caves where we cook our own dinners.

They should have left our mothers and sisters alone.

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Friday fictioneers write 100 word stories each week prompted by a photograph posted on Rochelle's Blog;
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/

Do follow the link to read the other stories;
http://new.inlinkz.com/luwpview.php?id=369046

27 comments:

  1. a very strong story. i really liked the contrast between the sweet childhood memory and the seriousness of their present situation

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    1. Thank you tees - this one came to me in one piece as soon as I saw the picture.

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  2. Nice contrast there. Well done.

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  3. Really good story, Lizy. Like kz, I liked the contrast between the two times, tied together by the guns and rabbits.

    janet

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    1. thanks Janet - you're up late, or is it early? 01.34!!!

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  4. Dear Liz,

    I'd say I like the contrast between past and present but I'd just be an echo. Okay...I really did. You brought the narrators life full circle. Great layering. Bravo!

    shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Dear Rochelle - it's odd how sometimes a story just leaps out of the photo prompt - like this one did.

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  5. Good story and well written, though sad like a lot of today's news.

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    1. You are right about the news - why can't people jsut let each other live in peace?

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  6. A strong story beautifully told

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  7. The changes and surprises of life. Nothing is certain. I guess the womenfolk are all gone in this story. Sad. Realistic.

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    1. Unarmed women are always vulnerable in war.

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  8. Oh, so sad what people resort to in times of war and what war causes people to do. Nice emotions conveyed in your story.

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  9. Oh, so sad what war makes people do. You conveyed strong emotions in your characters I could identify with.

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    1. thank you for both your comments, Amy! War is trajic and so unnecessary.

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  10. You've packed a lot into that one.

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    1. thanks for visiting yet again, Patsy.

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  11. Powerful, and I loved the parallels between the childhood situation and what they're going through now, and it's wrapped up with a punchy ending. Very well done.

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    1. Thank you for visiting and for your kind words, TCT

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  12. A stark ending for a lovely rose-tinted beginning - very well done!

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    1. Annalisa - you're another one of my regular commentator, and thank you.

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  13. Wonderful final line. I like this story.

    Kind regards,
    MG

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    1. thanks Marie, and thanks for stopping by to comment.

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  14. Tragic and powerful. You never fail to amaze me with the strength of your stories, Lizy.
    http://atpixiehollow.wordpress.com/

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