Microfiction #ThreeLineTales: Defiance

This is for Sonya’s photo prompt.

Photo©Bruno Nascimento via Unsplash


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.