Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple
28th August, 2015
Photo Prompt – ©Claire Fuller
They led her to the Chamber. Head shaved, hands and feet bound in chains, eyes blank.
The Councillor read aloud.
You desist
You succumb
Your soul dies. A little.
And then some.
Your soul is fully dead
Mutant# 4789. Is no more.
The crowd watched in silence as he administered the injection.
She remembered sandy beaches, seashells. Mangoes in summer. Mom’s gentle hand on her feverish forehead. Her best friend’s reassuring smiles.
Before darkness.
Before the nightmares.
Before he turned everything good, nice into dirty, ugly.
Before temptation.
She’d surrendered.
She simply stopped breathing.
Her eyes didn’t flicker.
Not once.
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Word Count: 100
Stilettos And Soundbytes 
So much in this story. I loved (and it saddened me) how her memories flashed before her before she died.
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And then she was gone. Sad yes, deserved maybe.
Rosey Pinkerton’s blog
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Dear Darshana,
Eerie, hollow and very well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Haunting. Very well done story. So much in so few words.
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All the above, beautifully told. Wow! Excellent!
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Excellent! I could feel the emotions in this piece!
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Nicely written, quite moving in fact
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Very intense, and the last lines really got me!
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This suggests so much more about the world of your story – the words of the councillor, the crowd watching, the identifying number, and her memories – I’m intrigued.
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