The challenge is a 200 word or fewer story inspired by this photo:
Photo by Nickolouse
Here’s the story I entered in the competition:
The fiery red line faded to an impotent blur as the furious whoosh of paint ended in a whispering hiss. Salvador turned the can and stared at his scarlet finger tip as it pulled itself from the sticky button.
The clang as the can slammed the cement rang into the silent desert. He kicked the wall and shrieked with pain and rage. The chain link clamored, as he beat the fence again and again with his red-stained hands.
‘No!’ his voice cracked through the stillness of the merciless heat. Defiance falling dead into the litter of spent cans.
He slid down within the confines of the abandoned prison, his statement gagged, suspended between intent and stark reality. He lugged all he could afford in a milk crate bound to his bike. His back and legs throbbed with labor through desolate hills to have his say. To decry the injustice against his brothers. To paint a crimson declaration of history. Of greed, fear and hatred.
He stood and charged the gate throwing it wide on its hinges.
‘Aztlán! ‘ he yelled as he stepped from the cage to desert land and shook his blood-stained fist over his people’s ancestral home.
Thanks to Russel Ray for his post of history and photos from San Diego’s Chicano Park: http://russelrayphotos2.com/category/halls-of-history/ which planted a seed of knowledge and understanding in me that came out in this story.
You can see another response to this prompt that Circles shared from her blog-friend, SeaPunk2, here