The journalist always mocked a candle march. It seemed impotent, especially when the crowds were unable to prevent a crime.
Of what use is indignation without an effort?
Tonight was different.
Tonight, shadows crept out of crevices in floors and walls. Stars dropped from the sky to hold a candle against darkness.
A noose hanging from a tree swung with ferocious velocity, eager to catch its victim. It was not a peaceful candle march; it was a blitzkrieg.
The criminal felt thunder racing in his arteries as he failed to escape.
Justice served – reported the journalist in the morning news.
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Thank you, Geeta! Your engagement is much appreciated.
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Very emotional and atmospheric.
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Thank you, James!
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So good Reena
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome ☺️
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I wonder if the punishment fit the crime.
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Hmmm.. a big question ❓❓
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🙂
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A gruesome tale Reena – full of tension so well written 🙌
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Thank you, Ange!
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I imaging a somebody as the one swinging and can’t help but smile. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
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😃😃
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That is so cool. Now I wish I’d have written my story differently. Imagine the candle light driving the dark spirits back into the underworld.
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Wow, that’s a great idea!
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I, too, liked the stars holding candles, Lovely bit in an otherwise gruesome story.
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Thank you, Dale!
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My pleasure, Reena 🙂
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Well, a lynch mob, if not justice. I liked the stars holding candles
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Mobs do take law in their hands, but it is usually when law fails to help.
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Nice post 🙏🙏
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Thanks again!
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Very evocative.
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Thanks so much!
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