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Friday Fictioneers – Compound

8 May, 2019

I have been meaning to get involved in FriFic more often, I honestly have, but life just keeps getting in the way. Today I am taking advantage of the fact that my hamster has gone back to bed early and leaving me with some time to myself. Time to read Rochelle‘s email, ponder Jean Hays prompt pic

and hack out 100 words of Fic. Make sure you hop across to Froggy Island to read everyone else’s entries, but not until after you’ve read mine…

 

 

I’m old enough to remember our town’s obscurity; back then I even resented it. Nobody knew of us – people outside the State didn’t even know of the County.

Then came the trucks, coaches and RVs; gathering on farmland that became a compound. The wire fence they constructed wasn’t a deterrent, but the warning gunshots from the roofs were.

A year later, we stayed indoors as the military convoys arrived. We saw blurred images on TV; the gunshots and explosions we heard first hand through locked windows.

Since then, our town’s name is known worldwide. Obscurity has been replaced by notoriety.

 

 

 

 

22 Comments
  1. It’s funny how that happens. Go off the grid and someone will follow…

  2. Sounds like the government found a nice secluded spot to get up to no good.

  3. Some commune or other? Waco perhaps. Tersely written.

    • Thanks for reading and for commenting Sandra.
      Waco is what I had in mind but it’s also a wider observation that places like Columbine, Lockerbie etc etc are anonymous until something horrific happens, and then the name is synonymous

  4. I understand the anonymity of a place until the **** hits the fan, you are so right, really well observed Good stuff

  5. So happy when you pop in as you always deliver such good stuff.
    Compound of some sort is not a good thing. Nothing worse than when a town becomes notorious for nefarious reasons.

  6. Really sad when the only claim to fame is your town getting all shot up.

  7. It’s best to wish for obscurity.

  8. Dear RG,

    Sometimes obscurity is preferable. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  9. I hate to think what will happen again if another commune thinks it can fight the government. I’d certainly feel sorry for anyone living nearby. A good story with great description, RG. —- Suzanne

  10. Not easy to be obscure these days… Sounds a bit like Waco to me.

  11. “Obscurity has been replaced by notoriety”….great line!

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