Microfiction #ThreeLineTales: Defiance

This is for Sonya’s photo prompt.

Photo©Bruno Nascimento via Unsplash

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They hid by day and moved silently through the city at night with their tracts, their paint and determination in their hearts.

Since the military coup and the massacres, nothing beat to the pulse of nature amid the grey concrete: no cats prowled, no dogs barked, no garden sent green tendrils sprawling or flowers nodding splashes of colour; a grim, colourless life had become the new norm.

By night, the partisans posted their texts of defiance, sprayed caricatures on public buildings, and here and there, in memoriam, they painted flowers so the people would not forget.

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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.

8 thoughts on “Microfiction #ThreeLineTales: Defiance”

  1. I love how you’ve taken something most often consider ugly and decided that it was the means and ways to a call of action, in protest yes, but also to remind that there is still beauty, even in the worst of times, if we dare to create or see it. 🙂

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