Everything was ready for the Fiesta. The town came alive with banners and colorful festoons. The people of Ronda were ready to welcome Spring.
The 500-odd inhabitants gathered around the town square. That’s when they saw the army jeep coming. It could mean only one thing. One of their sons was returning from the war. A hero. The crowd waited with bated breath to welcome whoever it was.
Uniformed men got out, and lowered the coffin to the ground reverently. Yes, a son had returned. He was a hero. A martyr.
There would be a funeral now, not a Fiesta.
This is written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge – Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. Today’s prompt is the above picture.
Hey everyone, I was so out of the loop for a long time. I don’t intend to make excuses, instead I have decided to jump right into the challenge, and make up for the first week with one giant post. Maybe it’s against the rules, but hey, show me some support will ya?
I decided on a theme of posting pictures of everyday objects. I currently do not have the luxury of time to write well-drafted and eloquent posts every day. I hope my little idea will keep me on track of posting something everyday (from today on, at least!).
So here goes – the first post for letters A through G.