The crowd swells. A thousand. Two thousand. Five. More than they can count.

Remember this if you remember nothing else: Everyone has a story. Everyone has a reason.

A woman, 39, brown hair, tired-looking, bedraggled: her son is dead and each morning that is the first thing she remembers, before even her own name.

A man, 25, righteous fury in his eyes, hooded jacket, sign thrust high: to many times he has seen people that look like him killed, too many times he has heard the excuses.

A little girl, hand-painted sign, clutching her father’s hand: she is too little to know everything, to understand the horror, but she is young enough to know good from evil, right from wrong, and one day she will look back at this moment and she will feel proud.

So many faces. So many stories.

All under one banner, one cause: Love.

Word Count: 146

This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Elaine Farrington Johnson for providing the prompt photo!

  1. Varad says:

    This was powerful, JA.

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  2. Iain Kelly says:

    Beautifully done. Maybe one day we won’t need to gather in crowds like this.

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  3. Joyfrida says:

    Very powerful. nice writing

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  4. So good that so many people are coming together to show Love. Great story J.A.!

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  5. So many stories. If we would only just stop and listen to them…nicely done.

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