End of an Era?

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

Everything was immaculate.  Even the paving stones were scoured clean.

The throngs slowly filled the street sides like a rising tide.  They were subdued, yet an energy unlike anything before filled the air.

The parade was short, the members in it few, but the intensity was too much for some.

Hidden tears.  Hidden laughs.  Hidden jeers.

Still as a postcard, vibrant as the sun.

We waited.

When it was done, people walked away, quiet.

Would it be different?  Would a new world truly dawn?

Those are my memories.  That was what I saw the day they hung the last king.

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Word count = 100

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45 thoughts on “End of an Era?

  1. rochellewisoff

    Dear Trent,

    It’s interesting the details that will be remembered from an event of such magnitude. Well described and rather frightening.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    PS I think you’re missing a ‘y’ at the end of the in the last sentence. (..the hung the king).

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      It is interesting to think what people would remember from something like that… Thanks, I think a little frightening is what I was aiming at. And thanks for pointing out the typo – corrected.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Memories do remain… I’m not sure how in the world I ended up where I did – I drew a blank at first, but then started talking about the clean paving bricks with rope, and….

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