Debbie Whittam has set a challenge to write a poem or story in 50 words, or multiples of 50 up to a maximum of 250 words, inspired by a picture and include some particular lines.
I missed it last week because I was on holiday/vacation, so this is the last one I wrote:
Here is this weeks picture.
Here are the words:
Except for two old men playing dominoes in the corner, the pub was empty
Jack Higgins The Judas Gate
I just returned to my home country after studying at university, in Europe. In recent months my homeland was in the news a lot; a new military dictatorship had taken over. I wasn’t sure I would be able to get home, but apart from more men in uniform with guns patrolling the airports and streets, not much had changed.
The main square had a banner announcing a festival. It seemed strange hosting a festival in the middle of all the political upheaval, but then life must go on, I thought.
I walked towards the pub that I used to hang out in, in those former days of my youth.
Except for two old men playing dominoes in the corner, the pub was empty.
At first, I found the quietness cathartic. Then I became uneasy. Where were all the young people?
I walked back outside, the sun beat down with the intensity I had forgotten during my time in cooler climes.
I spotted a young guy in the distance. I thought I recognised him.
“Hey? Mike, is that you?” the guy turned, his long blond hair hangs to his shoulders, held back with a leather thong. It wasn’t Mike.
“What you doing out here bro? Don’t you know the festival is about to start? I’m headed that way, follow me.”
I declined, I was not in the mood.
Later I found out it had all been a hoax. The new regime considered young people a threat. They’d brutally eliminated that threat.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 18/October/2018