
Once, lights in the sky would have been a delight and a wonder. She remembered the heart-stopping showers of sparkles at Eid-al-Fitr. Last night, there were lights too, and showers of sparkles, bangs and thuds. She had cowered in the doorframe with her mother and hidden her eyes from the lights tearing the darkness into shreds.
In dawn’s light, the whole building next door was gone. The bakery gone, though the bread had already run out. Sami gone, and his brothers and sisters, father, mother, aunt.
How could people be so cruel? Especially this people, who should understand suffering better than any?
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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

An emotive piece. ‘How can people be so cruel?’
How do you stop cruelty? Look around the world it is everywhere.
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That is true, so so is genorosity
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How can they be so cruel? How can they never learn?
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And we keep saying “never again”
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We are doomed to repeat history until we learn it’s lessons. Well done.
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Thanks so much
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Dear Neil,
My thoughts exactly. Well done.
Shalom,
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Thanks so much, Rochelle
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The circle of violence continues. How can it be stopped? Well done.
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Thanks so much, Trent
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The question of the ages: How can people be so cruel?
History is the record of man’s inhumanity toward mankind.
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Until we find the answer, there’s no point saying “never again”
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I wish I knew the answer. It seems to be sewn into our genetic material. But like you said, so are so many good things. We always have a personal choice.
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Yes, we always have a choice
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A perfect piece for the times we live in.
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Thanks so much. Dale
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My pleasure
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I do not know how people be so cruel.
Touching story.
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Thanks so much, Dawn
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Oh
Oh
So terrible
Nicely done, Neil
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Thanks so much, Laurie
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I have been praying for peace my whole life. Maybe one day?
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Eventually
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As long as avenging is more important that stopping the suffering, there will be no peace.
Tracey
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Thanks for reading, Tracey
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Highly evocative piece, Neil.
I am reminded of George Harrison’s poignant “Isn’t It a Pity”.
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Thanks so much
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i feel the irony in the last line. how could they actually?
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Thanks so much
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The strength of words. The power of loss. Excellent, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Bill
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These are troubled times, and your story captures the lived experience of thousands. Very sad.
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Thanks so much, Margaret
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Touching piece. Sadly those who should understand it can sometimes be the worst.
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You’re right. Thanks so much
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The last line is an accurate reflection of my thoughts – very well crafted Neil.
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Thanks so much, Dahlia
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If only there were answers. I just don’t think we humans are as evolved as we think we are. Probably why the aliens don’t announce their presence. 😉
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Thanks, Sascha
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