I swim the peaceful waters, while gale-force winds swirl around me. A brutal storm of chaos and mayhem. Corruption and abuse with cries for justice and freedom.
But, what can be done? Nothing.
For victory lies in the hands of the powerful. Like a cyclone, it gathers strength and waits patiently to descend and devour, leaving brokenness in its path.
Until the silence returns.
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo this week was taken by Jan Wayne Fields.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit HERE.