Thursday, January 17, 2013

Bitter Homecoming


As a young man of impeccable breeding and unwavering loyalty, he went forth from his family’s ancestral home like a Teutonic Knight of old. He believed himself a modern Crusader, charged with the fully-necessary task of purging the Fatherland of infidels, idolaters and those unworthy to walk the soil of his forebears. 

Instead, he was compelled to flee before the combined military might of those who cast their lot against him and who, sadly, won the day. A refugee…an outcast…he lived to the age of 90 before history and the misguided animosity of the past no longer perceived him to be of interest.

Standing in the abandoned, crumbling ruins of his once-proud birthplace, he wept that he was no less forgotten by time than was this sad and broken house.


This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction prompt: forgotten.

8 comments:

  1. Is there a background to this beautiful and desperate tale? :)

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  2. A very sad tale Jeff...such loneliness.

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  3. You're writing to me always has a tempo and flourish that often complements the prompt. It makes for a great read.

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  4. A powerful story of a homecoming in a state far different than the departure. I felt great sadness for the old man. Well done!

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  5. How very sad but, as always, beautifully written, Jeffrey.

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  6. How the mighty fall and are cast out! Great depth of emotion conveyed.

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