Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
This week’s prompt comes from Rudolph the Red-nosed Gayer, and takes me back half a century, to a different time and place. It is, appropriately, in black and white.
This piece is an abbreviated excerpt from Medville Matters, my book of Sound Bite Fiction.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on this picture, below.
Click here to hear the author read his story:
South Africa, long ago
Although strictly forbidden, we head through waist-high grass to the servant’s quarters.
Empty, because the girls are cleaners, one per apartment.
Four doors in a grim, once-whitewashed block.
We creep to the first door and peer cautiously inside.
We see a tiny room, six feet by six feet, containing a single bed and a small table on which sits a candle and a Bible.
There is a pot under the bed.
I look at my brother.
He looks at me.
We are ashamed, of ourselves, of our parents, of everyone.
At seven years old I know apartheid is wrong.