100 Word Challenge Week #36

I buried my face into my grandfather’s chest. Life felt extremely unfair. Why did they have to be my parents? What was the point of having the war? Grandpa seemed to read my thoughts.

“They fought for our country’s peace,” he whispers in my ear.

I knew that already, but constructing a twisted gun statue to represent the peace that the soldiers had brought us was way too much. Everyone thought that the memorial would make us feel stronger. All it did was make me feel weak and frightened. It wasn’t uplifting, it was a burden. One I didn’t need.

100 Word Challenge Week #34

            Standing on the bridge, staring down at the river flowing beneath me, I felt small and powerless. The world is huge, and I’m just a tiny part of it, I thought to myself. Glancing over at my little brother, I noticed that his face was also sprinkled with tears. Still clutching the daffodil Lacy had given him, he turned to face me.

“Why did she have to do this?” he sobbed.

I pulled him into a hug.

“You know she had to,” I replied.

Looking back down at the river, I realized that it was turning pink. Suddenly, we were falling.