Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….
They call us legends…
Jack, Mary, me…
But I am still here.
I am followed by whispered tales
of sunken ships and lost treasures,
fierce battles and impossible odds.
And I am still here.
“Had you fought like a man,
you need not have been hang’d like a dog.”
Drunken fools mockingly imitate me,
when they think I can’t hear.
I despise their songs of fallen heroes,
drunken lovers and cursed gallows,
I feel the poisonous glares on my back.
They hate it that I am still here.
They wish I was gone…
because I fought like a woman
and I refused to disappear.
I have a confession to make, although this break was self-imposed and needed, I realized how I miss playing with words and stories. So, I am glad to be back.
For those of you with a curious streak, here is the link with more information about my inspiration for today’s story.
Snow's Fissures and Fractures 