As war dragged on, Saleema wrote a story about white doves bringing peace.
Her sister scoffed. “This would never happen.”
Fighting tears, Saleema ripped up the paper and let the wind grab the pieces. They soared skyward, multiplying, sprouting feathers and wings.
People on both sides looked up and wondered.
Joanne R. Fritz lives in West Chester, PA. Her short fiction and poetry have appeared in Vine Leaves Literary Journal, Fifty Word Stories, Every Day Fiction, and Twisted Endings.
That’s beautiful :)
Thank you, Michelle!
A lovely story–we need more white doves of peace in the sky!
Thank you, Ellen!
Love this.
Thank you, Melissa.
Very nice story .
Thank you!
Beautiful!
Many thanks, Suzanne.
My clever friend! Beautifully written, Sis.
Thanks, Kathie!