Our World our Village

Friday Fictioneers.

This week’s picture prompt of a rotting tree stump (provided by Sandra Crook) made me think of orchards and how , at one time, they were the life and soul of many villages along the Clyde valley. An industry that is rooted in the past. However, commercial decline is not the only reason that villages are torn apart–look around the world today.

I have based my story on experiences from Bosnia.

The usual mix of contributions by other members of the group can be found here.

Photo Prompt By Sandra Crook

Our World our Village

As you stare across the wasteland, you can see there was a village here; once.
Point down the valley where the trees were, and people nod and look away.
We remember childhoods learning together and laughing in the classrooms.
In the autumn, families congregated in the orchards, in the wood mills, and harvested the crops.
We were an entwined community of good neighbours, innocent lovers, and with marriages of everlasting bonds.

The fanatical nationalists terrorised us with a medieval past, infesting our streets with their hateful ethnic cleansing.

Today, we stand in silence, holding hands in remembrance of our roots.

30 responses to “Our World our Village

  1. History keeps repeating itself… *sigh*

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  2. Such a sad ending to a terrible tale. Nicely written

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  3. It seems we never learn, heavy sigh. It’s good to remember our roots. Hopefully, there is a way to rebuild what once was. Very well written, James. So much emotion.

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  4. Progress, or “progress”, will not be denied even when it should be.

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  5. Dear James,

    Sad story with the clang of truth to it. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  6. This is such an excellent, important, heart-breaking story. Moderation isn’t known any longer, everything has to be extreme. Community feeling and traditiones are a great thing, but with the wrong leaders and ideas quickly turn into ostracizing the ‘Other’ and nationalism rears its ugly head. And no one, no community seems immune to it, either as victim or offender. Will it ever change?

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  7. Heartbreaking. Beautifully written.

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  8. Your story moved me almost to tears, James. You are right – nationalism is a curse.

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    • Yes, I’m sorry if this upset you. In such situations there are two sides pointing the finger, blaming each other, and from the outside it does not make any sense. Thank you for reading.

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      • Don’t be sorry. Please don’t be sorry. It’s the events that hurt, not the story. The tears are a measure of your success as a writer in telling the story. I wish everybody would weep over your story and change their ways to peace.

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  9. politics: we can’t live with it and can’t live without it either.

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  10. A lot of family and community activities were placed by the old tree.

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  11. Things change over time, and not always for the better. A poignant piece indeed James.

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  12. A moving and important story, hope and community versus extremism. Very timely.

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  13. Great story, strong memories and emotions for the survivors looking down on what was once their home.

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  14. The sense of community was so much stronger once. Sad that it is a rarity now.

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  15. So sad that such a lovely community was destroyed. Great take, James

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  16. It has always fascinated me to understand how and in what circumstances good ordinary people can be persuaded to turn on their neighbours because they’re “other”.

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