
The Demonstration
After centuries of subjugation and oppression, the Independence movement was growing in Tamiriland. Like so many of the younger, more educated generation of Tamiris for whom tradition was not the beginning and end of everything, I got involved – inevitably.
The Espolamian government was having none of it, Tamiriland being blessed with extreme wealth, rare minerals required in manufacturing some of the world’s more advanced technologies, which stimulated our desire for independence even more.
When one’s countrymen are held in poverty by a government that’s sitting on countless trillions of dollars of assets, whose members and buddies are ostentatiously flaunting symbols of obscene wealth like huge mansions and private jets, forever accuse them of envy. We wanted a decent slice of the cake.
They have also been trying, since the decolonisation of Espolamia, to suppress our ancient religion, shoving theirs forcibly down our throats.
The demonstration was therefore two-pronged – financial and cultural.
I reckon fifty thousand people thronged City Square when I mounted the podium to give my carefully rehearsed speech that afternoon, by which time they’d been very warmed up by the preceding speakers.
I was raising the pitch very nicely when I saw a flash from a top floor window of City Hall, which was opposite the podium. I knew instinctively that the flash came from a firearm and that if the aim was accurate I had about one second to live.
I seemed to be held immobile by an invisible hand but was quite calm as the projectile struck my heart and I died.
The light changed to red, then pink, amber, yellow and luminous blue as I fell to the platform, hearing the staccato rattle of automatic weapons.
A calm, quiet voice entered my head but not through my ears. ‘Do not be afraid, Anoush. Your name is eternal because you are never-ending. Your martyrdom was planned and soon Tamiriland will be free. Your time has come to be the force that will achieve that freedom. Those that are dying here and now are part of the plan and will be forever celebrated in our country’s legends.”
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleAllan, I enjoyed the futuristic flavour of your tale and how martyrdom can break tyranny.
Thank you so much, Margarida. It is tragic that the removal of despotism so often involves not only martyrdom but also the loss of innocent lives.
A warm welcome to Voice club, Allan. I was thrilled and amazed at your first story here in Voice club. Anoush is truly brave and a martyr. His heroic deeds for the freedom of his country need to be remembered. I am wondering if it is from a real story, Allan? Great story.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you Lotchie. The story is fiction but is intended as an encapsulation of so many like scenarios from ancient and modern history.
You’re most welcome, Allan.
I’m so pleased that this story has been shortlisted Allan, but not at all surprised! I love all the detail in your writing and this story really encapsulates your talent for that. Good luck in the competition.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you, Linda. This tale is a direct product of the encouragement you have offered me.
Hello Allan, and welcome to the Club! This story is very powerful, even more so because it is set in a fictitious country. The reader can think of many parallels in history and current events, without needing to take a side, since this is “fiction”. Excellent writing. I look forward to more of your writing in future.
Thank you Fuji. I am very much a newcomer to ‘flash fiction’ and confess I did not think it possible to abridge a full story into 350 words – the length of your average letter. I therefore appreciate very much that the tale has reached a welcoming audience and do not intend to stop now.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThis was so well written that I thought for a moment I was reading about an actual real event that took place – well done.
Thank you Sandra. Praise indeed and your comment is much appreciated.
No problem, well deserved.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleYou managed to fill the limited space with an incredibly rich and dramatic content, Allan! Your story is applicable to all times and places where there is suppression and injustice and Anoush is the great symbol for the few who dare to stand up and risk their lives for the benefit of others. Very well done!
Thank you so much Christer for your very encouraging remarks. I have only recently discovered this genre, thanks to another Voice.club author, and it is very addictive.
PS After I sent my comment, I did a search for the name of your protagonist and found out that Anoush means “immortal.” That’s a great choice for somebody who, as you say, will be “forever celebrated.”
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleOn the ball, Christer! Even for flash fiction it must always be worth a bit of research. You’ve probably worked out also that the ‘ancient religion’ was Zoroastrianism. ?
Allan, while reading this, it felt like I was watching a movie scene! Like Lotchie said, Anoush was truly brave. I like how you chose a meaningful name for your protagonist. Great story.
Hi Marianna. Your comment somehow found its way into my ‘spam’ folder. Thank you for your very kind comment.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleAn interesting and original take on the prompt. Those who become martyrs certainly become timeless for their deeds. I found your story very gripping. Well done.
Hi Carrie. Your comment somehow found its way into my ‘spam’ folder. Thank you for your kind comments.