Sunday, March 22, 2015

And She Sang the Marseillaise

Chuck Wendig over at Terrible Minds challenged us to write a 100 word flash fiction this week. Actually, he double-dog-dared us.

How could I refuse?

Here you go!


And She Sang the Marseillaise

Sunshine spilled into the courtyard, forcing the last vestiges of winter from the prison. Elaine raised her chin to the light, embracing the day. Tyranny could not break her, and her mortal coil would not keep her. She faced her firing squad and smiled. How could she not be happy on so glorious a day?

She drew a breath and sang La Marseillaise, her last act of defiance. “Amor sacre de la Patrie –“

The Vichy officer drew his saber. “—Bereit! –“

“—Liberte. Liberte cherie –“

“—Richten! --”

“—Combats avec tes defense--“


“—Schiessen!”



So feel free to comment if you like. Thanks for stopping by!

4 comments:

  1. Like Angela speaking her last words, "My children." Sad, noble, strong. I'd like to know this woman better.

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    1. Thanks! I'm a sucker for patriotism, and while I think there is little actual glory in war, one can certainly find nobility in the individuals who lay down their lives for their cause. Thanks for stopping by and sharing your thoughts!

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  2. Great story and I like how your writing has a poetic quality to it. By that I mean that it is very smooth, one word carrying you gracefully to the next.

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    1. Thanks! Those are words to cherish and I am humbled. I hope you enjoyed your visit. Thanks for stopping by and sharing your thoughts!

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