A beautiful day in the Old Town, or what remained of it.

The buildings that had stood for centuries were now reduced to rubble.

As Farouk walked through the cluttered streets there were signs of life re-emerging. Children’s voices could be heard. Groups of people gathered and gossiped as they had done before the war.

The occupying forces had left. The time of immediate danger was over.

The chalk sign on the door to his house had been a surprise. Two dashes with a curve – meet at midday in the main square cafe.

He had thought all the international agencies had left the country.

A last farewell perhaps, maybe a final reward for the information Farouk had provided over the years.

The table they usually met at was unoccupied. A piece of paper was lying on it.

His stomach lurched.

In Arabic letters it read: ‘Do you know the price of treason?’

The world went dark as a black bag smothered Farouk’s face.

Passersby carried on walking. They had learned to look the other way.

Copyright Grant-Sud

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

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43 responses to “THE PRICE OF TREASON”

  1. Farouk was a collaborator. Once the occupiers leave, they are usually disposed of in a rather unpleasant way, such as when the Germans were driven out of France during World War II.

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  2. This apathy of looking the other way gets ingrained in war and terrorism-infested states. Maybe the onlookers are happy to be alive today – irrespective of who the victims or perpetrators are.

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      • I’ve just read my comment again and realized it might have looked like I was being critical, i.e. as if I was saying you’d made it really obvious that the ending wouldn’t be a happy one. I wasn’t saying that. What I meant was that, although there were suggestions things might be changing for the better, you’d somehow planted a clue that the balloon was going to burst. It was a compliment – sorry if that wasn’t clear.

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  3. I really liked the title, Iain.
    The meticulous details made it easy to visualise the scene.
    I really liked your portrayal of a war ravaged state.
    Great work .

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  4. What a story! He paid the price for his choices for sure!
    Powerful line at the end, “They had learned to look the other way!” That can be applied to different situations in society today!

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  5. Oh, oh. Seems Farouk has never heard of the idiom “You’ve got to be very careful if you don’t know where you are going, because you might not get there.”

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  6. This was so full of hope before that chilling end. The last line so depressing – such a small action so powerful in its effect.

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