Friday Fictioneers – Bastille Day

~ Neil MacDonald
PHOTO PROMPT © Carol Carr

Every cell door stands wide. The gaolers dead or fled. The prison is ours, the streets too. Strangers embrace me. We spin and dance to music only we hear— a shared soundless music. We are one. Liberty, Equality, Fraternity. I try the words out in my mouth. They’re big and hard to chew as week-old bread.

Bread. This I understand. When we hungered, they said, “Let them eat cake.” What use are they? We can sow and reap. They just dance. Today I learned to dance. We’re coming now, on the road to Versailles, with a terrible joy.

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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

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