Mary walked stealthily, her legs throbbing with pain. Yet, this was the right time. She had to reach for the doctor before dawn. Her children were sleeping in the underground bunker, her youngest still very sick. They had taken to underground bunkers from the time when civil unrest plunged their country into chaos. Her husband was with the opposing ideologists. She heard that he had married someone else now and was living a life of opulence. But, she refused to deviate from her support of the overthrown government.
Mary clutched her heart as a bullet flew, narrowly missing her. It was probably her husband or one of the rebels, she thought wretchedly. She looked at the sky, fearfully. The dawn was breaking through. She hurried to the doctor’s bunker, limping.
This was written for Alastair’s Photo Fiction.
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Oh this is so sad! Gripping, and scary and sad! 🙂
Hi Penny, How are you doing? and thank you
I am doing very well, busy but in a good way. How are you doing Padmini?
Glad to hear that, Penny:) was considerably sick on Sunday, but was better yesterday and doing still better now:)
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I think we can all see this from the news. It is such a sad tale and perfectly written. Thank you for taking part
Thank you, Alastair
I can co relate this to the recent Syrian killings going on. Thousands of them getting killed and the children and women suffering the most.The pictures always leave me sad and disturbed seeing the real scenes and your words brought it all alive.
In fact, I was thinking about the Sri Lankan situation. I am afraid I’ve to look up on the happenings in Syria.. not up to date. Thank you for reading, Soumya
Stories like this have played out over the world even in recent years and may continue to do so. You told this very very well. I don’t know how you did it, but you captured such an experience with unerring accuracy. Most impressive!
Just a thought of how a woman would feel if her child is dying and if her life partner is on the enemy camp. Yes, incidents like these have taken place, but world has learnt little from it…Thank you so much for reading. Appreciate your taking the time to comment
So sad – so real.
A great write though!
Thank you so much, Rosy
I’m with Penny! So sad yet and chilling. Love it, in the most real of ways!
Hi, Thank you so much for this
This is the beginning of a great story. Go on now and write an ending.
Oh Mary. Thank you so much. I’ll continue writing this story as and when I am inspired. Glad you liked this.
That’s quite an engaging story. It’s a sad truth that conflicts like that can rip family’s apart.
Yes, since each member in the family supports a different ideology. Thank you so much.
A tragic story but so well done.
Hi LuAnn, Thank you very much
Prequel or sequel…I’ll take either – as you leave us wanting to know so much more.
And yet 150 words can only go so far. 🙂
Thanks kindly for the encouragement, Jules. Will post a sequel as soon as I get better ideas:)
Your engaging words propelled me to read. Nice work!
That was a nice and kind comment, LD:) Thank you
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I agree, well written!
Hi Cao, Thank you:)
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