red mist

 

Nichole was a sweet and timid teenager, always blushing, giggling with her curled-up hands covering her mouth.
One day, on TV, she watched a politician endorsing dropping a bomb on innocent people and his supporters cheering.
She felt upset, really upset, felt anger boiling over, and converted to an advocate of peace.

 

For Three Line Tales, Week Thirteen

photo prompt by Dayne Topkin https://unsplash.com/photos/w9tHZ5fi3e4
photo prompt by Dayne Topkin https://unsplash.com/photos/w9tHZ5fi3e4
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