It’s a pretty tricky photo prompt from Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers this week… or, if not tricky, it’s certainly thought provoking! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy my little story.
It’s tragic, really. We’re in an endless cycle, yet nobody seems to care – not enough to do anything about it, anyway. They just smile as the pattern repeats itself, waving it along as time after time, we demonstrate just how cruel we are.
I gaze hard at the sculpture, my eyes blurring in and out of focus as I take in the deep red circles about where the arrows hit the porcelain waves. Everyone else moved on from this particular sculpture almost an hour ago, but I can’t seem to wrench my eyes from that red. It’s so deep, and so honest.
The endless cycle of brutality, I think to myself, as my eyes follow the circular waves. Humans fight; it’s in our nature. We drag children from their homes and shove weapons into the hands of every able-bodied man and woman. We butcher one another, all in the name of some law or deity.
Then, we regret it.
So why then do we do it all over again? Why don’t we listen?
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