Warm and pleasant, the rays of the sun touched her skin. Closing her eyes, she soaked in the warmth.

It was almost prophetic, this moment. The silky texture of the gown fell around her ankles as she walked up the promenade. Flowers seemed to bloom and bow, out of deference to her strong, silent gait.

Her hands came out of her pockets. The police drew their guns in readiness. Crossing her empty arms, she stood before them and fixed them with a stare that would make them quake.

The crowd raised a cheer at the strength of her peaceful protest.


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25 thoughts on “Peaceful – #FlashFiction #AtoZChallenge

  1. Excellent picturization! Even the image selection was spot on. Reminded me of an article I read recently about a girl who protested & stood up against racism in her community with a cool smile on her face:)

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  2. Glad you linked it, wasn’t aware of this incident and had missed seeing this photograph too. Such stoic courage and poise speaks a lot about her conviction. Beautiful oxymoron again, Shailaja.

  3. I like how you set this story up to seem like it was a wedding but it turns out something completely different. Nicely done! I find myself trying to guess what the oxymoron is each day…don’t think I’ve ever managed to guess it correctly!

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