Friday Fictioneers – Shame

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

It was summer. The band played and crowds cheered as they marched off. Girls showered the boys with flowers and kisses. It was all a grand adventure. Marnie was the only young woman to enlist. I wanted to give her a flower. I wanted to kiss her, bend her back like a movie heroine. But I was ashamed.

Now it’s winter. They’ll never come back, those boys and Marnie. All gone. We’re ashamed we encouraged them so. Nobody ever visits this bandstand now.

Except me. I’m glad I didn’t enlist. I’m still alive.


Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

52 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Shame

  1. Thank you for this, Neil. So many see the glory in sending people off to war, and forget the ugliness that war truly is, the losses, the seen and unseen wounding. No one who goes to war comes back the same. And all too many do not return.
    I abhor war.
    May this season of light bring comfort and joy to you and yours,

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  2. Life that could have been. Sad. I hope he lived a life for the fallen. My grandfather always regretted not going to war even though a) he was too young and b) he worked the land and the government wouldn’t have let him. Going to war the honourable thing in his thinking.

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