Once again we fire up our little grey cells and try to come up with a germ of an idea. An idea that will grow into another piece of fiction fit for Friday Fictioneers.
Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her dedication and time, keeping Friday Fictioneers growing straight and true.
Word Count: 100
A Family Tree
After the war we had nothing. Stripped of our possessions, we wandered the land searching for food, shelter, kindness. Maria, mourning her child, lost her mind. Men found her dancing in the field and amused themselves, then fearful of the consequences, tied her to a tree and left her.
“This can’t be true, who would do this?”
We found her after animals and birds had fed, we buried her.
“It happened” said the genealogist, handing me more yellowing pages, “there is a gravestone, with details.”
That night, the dream came again; a tree tied with red ribbons.
Now I understand.