Friday Fictioneer: The Forgotten
At one time, it had been forgotten. Large office buildings rose up around it. Tall weeds camouflage it. Those that owned it had no knowledge of ownership.
An intern cleaning out old back paper files found the deed. She had an idea, which she shared at the next monthly brainstorm meeting.
The room was so quiet she thought her idea had been rejected. Not so.
There was so much hate and killing in the neighborhood, they thought her idea might have a chance.
The grass was mowed, the building painted and repaired. It became a multi-culture center for peace.
This week’s story is inspired by the resent rise of terrorism. There are those who will never change, but for the rest of us, a little understanding of the other person goes a log way. Not all Muslims are full of hate.
I know because I’m a born again Christian and I have close Muslim friends. They whole heartily hate the bloodshed.
Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, anyone can play.
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