Now I am home I can ease back into the routine of being around my UK-based family and, of course, of writing.
This week's photograph for Friday Fictioneers was taken by Rochelle herself and posted on her blog https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ Follow the Blue Frog link from there to read stories from other Friday Fictioneers. After you've read mine - and left a comment if you can!
THE SHOE
We were on a half-term
break, walking along a beach, when Alice ran up to me. “Look what I found, Mum!”
It lay in her hand, soggy
and salt-encrusted – a small shoe with a barely legible name written inside –
an Arabic name on an Italian beach.
I write Alice’s name in
her shoes too, but the fear of losing clothes at school hadn’t been this mother’s
worst nightmare.
“Why are you crying, Mum?”
I shook my head helplessly
and Alice ran off again.
How do you begin to explain such tragedy to a five
year old?
Good one,Liz. Poignant as usual - especially coming just after today's news of a capsized overcrowded boat.
ReplyDeleteIndeed - any photo of a beach ...
DeleteOh, that's so sad and so apt, Lizy.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Susan.
DeleteI agree that any photo of a beach or rocky shoreline immediately brings to mind the refugee tragedy. Beautifully written. Very sad.
ReplyDeleteThanks Irene.
DeleteHow indeed. A tale of our times, sadly
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DeleteOh, that BROKE my heart! So moving, so powerful! Thank you for linking this with an ongoing tragedy. Everyone needs reminding.
ReplyDeleteYou are right, Vijaya - most people do need reminding.
DeleteDear Liz,
ReplyDeleteThought provoking and tender. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle - it's good to be back!
DeleteI want to cry with that mum. Very powerful and necessary story.
ReplyDeleteThose little things that remind us of our own children always touch the heart.
DeleteGood job, truly captured the feeling.
ReplyDeleteThanks Perry.
DeleteWhat dreadful times we live in. Well depicted in your story - the innocence of the five year old is a poignant contrast to the tragedies we hear about every day.
ReplyDeleteDreadful times have always been with us, as the centenary of the first world war reminds us.
DeleteGreat use of the prompt, Liz. We see the news on TV and read it in the newspaper, but you made it personal and real. Well done. - Russell
ReplyDeleteThanks Russell - other people's suffering shouldn't be ignored.
DeleteGlad you had fun with your grand daughter.
ReplyDeleteA sad story. All the more so, because we know it's happened and is likely to keep on happening.
Thanks Patsy - on both comments.
DeleteThis is such a sad story... and it keeps repeating... I truly hate wars.
ReplyDeleteAnyone with any sense hates wars - so why are there so many senseless warmongers?
DeleteIt's hard not to imagine that very scene, with each passing day of news... horribly tragic and indicting of us all. Powerful writing Liz!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dawn - the news is so graphic and real, I agree.
DeleteHeartrending, Liz. You would hesitate to try and explain it to a five-year-old wouldn't you. It's just difficult even for an adult to handle that emotion. Well written. ---- Suzanne
ReplyDeleteThank you Suzanne. How would you, how could you, explain the evil that Men do to each other?
DeleteOh wow…
ReplyDeleteI hope that means approval, Dawn? :)
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