Three Line Tales : Under the floodlights

three line tales week 79: outside of the MCG; the g

photo by Arnaud Mesureur via Unsplash


 

‘Keep under the floodlights,’ said Mumma. ‘It’ll be warmer under there.’

So that’s where we stood, Polly, Mumma and me – me sandwiched between them, glimpsing the flood of frightened, muddy people. Everybody seemed to be hurt – nobody was bandaged or cleaned.

I hid behind Polly as the fighting broke out around us. Food. It was over food a lady said. I think that’s what she said – she was crying.

Then the floodlights guttered, spat. Went out.

 


Written for Sonya at Only 100 Word’s Three Line Tales. See the pic and write a tale. See here to join in.

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