Three line tales: One second

Three lines to caption Sonya’s photo prompt

Photo ©Moritz Schmidt


They lie so still, draped over the kerb, arms outflung or curled around leaking life.

Smoke and sirens, weeping and wailing, and the numbness of horror follow the echoes of the explosion.

Wherever they are, those still, draped, once warm, living people, the roaring has ceased, and quiet has fallen.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

28 thoughts on “Three line tales: One second”

    1. I find it hard to get these images out of my mind. I meet soldiers in patrol every time I go out, start when I hear a police siren, and listen for the sirens every time there’s a sharp noise. I can’t begin to imagine what it must be like for people living in a city where there has actually been a terrorist blast.

      1. I somehow don’t think it’s going to stay that way. The number of attempted attacks that have been foiled is terrifying. No intelligence, no matter how efficient, is going to find them all.

  1. A very moving poem, Jane – well written and succinct. Is it my imagination, or do the ‘arms’ of QUIET look as though they’re ‘outflung’, draped over the ‘kerb’ in the table?
    I fear you’re right – these things will hit our own shores soon, wherever we live.

      1. Well spotted – I only saw that after reading your piece. The horror is hard to ignore these days – and even harder to combat. I don’t know what the answer is, but I hope we find one soon.

      2. Isn’t that true? You only ned to scan history to see how awful man can be to man. Horror is nothing new – it’s just now we have different ways to commit it.

      3. Tragic, but yes very true. My first instinct might be to reach for my phone – but to call 999, not to film what was happening.

      4. It’s a reflex you either have or you don’t. When my dog was attacked by another dog I went after its owner. A friend offered me her phone and I didn’t understand why. I just wanted to get his name and address, failing that to smash his face in. She explained afterwards the phone was to take a pic of his car number plate, him, and his awful mutt. Like you, I hope my reflex would be to try and help, hold somebody’s hand or whatever, not film people dying!

      5. Let’s hope we’re never in that position, though your friend sounds like a good person to be around in a crisis – good for her for thinking on her feet.

  2. Wow, Jane! Brilliant how you’ve taken the elements of the photo and turned them into something else completely. Love it – despite it’s horrible subject matter…

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