I remember benches, scent of chalk and books. We had teachers; I had dreams and pigtails.
I remember when they first arrived. Two men with guns, and how they tried to smile before they separated men and women.
I remember things that should be forgotten. When they shot the men and what happened in the unlit rooms.
I remember being saved; the education and finally fulfilling dreams.
Soon there will be benches here again, there will be scent of chalk and books. I’m the teacher and my students come with dreams.
But first I need to wipe the blood away.
When I saw this picture I immediately thought of deeds being done in Africa and the Middle East. I hope at some point in the future a new future will be built on top of the rubble.
Rochelle selects the picture and set the bar for storytelling, and it gives us all an opportunity trying our style and skills in story telling. If anyone is in Stockholm June 11, we have a book release for a collaborative effort of connected short stories. Drop me a line, and I will send you more details.
May 24, 2017