In every generation, words were left unspoken between parents and children. Some, unimaginable to tender minds.
Some elders harbored the traumas of their youths to their families’ detriments in ultimately futile attempts to protect them. Others remained incapable of acknowledging, let alone processing, the damage they’d suffered. These were the most dangerous.
Beaten unconscious and thrown out of the hut by his Baba, Gunn awoke to a torrential downpour. From hard experience, he knew none would open their doors to him until sunrise. The caverns were his only hope.
Stumbling over the boulders, the wiry youth yelped as he lost his footing and slid downwards into a deep crevice. Dazed, Gunn was confused to see burning torches upon the walls… And what were those strange symbols?
Peering closer, the lad gasped with dawning comprehension. “Oh, Xurg, these are the things they don’t tell us…”
d’Verse prosery is flash fiction with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of the author’s choice, no longer than 144 words. This very short piece of prose must include an assigned line from a poem, within the 144 word limit. Writers may change the punctuation of the assigned line, but they may not insert words within the quotation.
These are the things they don’t tell us.–Girl Du Jour, from ‘Notes on Uvalde’