Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
This week’s prompt, utterly baffling to me, comes from that sweetest of ladies, the lovely Jules Paige.
My story pays homage to people across our planet who were sacrificed for imperial greed.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and to see what others have written.
Click here to hear the author read his words:
New Year’s Revolution
Music is prohibited.
Since they occupied our small country, the invaders have tried to suppress our culture.
All musical instruments were confiscated and destroyed.
Singing is forbidden, except for the martial hymns to their allegedly divine leader.
Our own anthem has been outlawed, even at sporting events.
Mothers are not allowed to croon the ancient lullabies to their babies.
Children at play are being punished for singing as they skip.
At school they are taught the songs of the oppressor.
But tonight everything changes.
For months we have been working, crafting new musical devices.
Across the land people are producing lyres and harps, lutes and flutes.
And, of course, the traditional instrument which embodies the spirit of our land.
The invaders fear its voice above all others.
For centuries armies have quailed at its mighty cry.
Narrow minds decry it, but we understand its beauty and its power.
It speaks for our mountains and lochs, of our glens and tumbling rivers.
Tonight, as we march on Capital City, it will shout out the new revolution.
At midnight, behind a thousand bagpipes, we fight for freedom.