“Every day the world grows darker, intolerance and bigotry keeps growing…”
Hammad and Johnny stood towards the back of the crowd , hand in hand just listening. Behind them a thin line of policemen protected them from hatred.
“… but remember that there is light at the end of the tunnel… “
Johnny smiled when a beer-bottle suddenly crashed in front of them and it started raining shards of green glass. Everything flared into brilliant colors before it all went dark.
Hammad woke to blackness with a silent headache, knowing that he’d lost Johnny and his sight.
Now, he knew what darkness was.
I couldn’t avoid thinking of the light at the end of the tunnel. Of always having hope… the only problem is that you never know if you can fall even further. As some of you have seen I have real problems to comment before Sunday… stay patient and I try to return to you.
Friday Fictioneers is a group of authors who try their best to write good stories in hundred words to the same picture. Rochelle keeps us all in line and always tells wonderful stories. This week she gives us a glimpse from the past and a lesson of how everything has changed.
December 5, 2018