The ruined building had only one window left intact. On it was a star.
‘What do you mean, Father?’
‘The star of David. It belonged to a religion, long ago.’
‘Like a belief, a faith. People gathered to worship their God.’
‘People believed Gods were real?’
‘Before science had given us all the answers, yes.’
‘It seems so primitive.’
‘Maybe, but now we were left with this.’
He opened his arms, gesturing at the devastation around them.
‘Beware false idols, Son.’
They shuffled on. With luck they would find something to eat soon.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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