I am tired.
This is not new. I doesn’t help that I don’t exercise properly, or that I don’t eat right, or have a regular sleep schedule. But it is more than that. I m tired of living in a blind world; a world that chooses personal comfort over some one else’s suffering; a world that thrives on out of sight … out of mind. A world that finds it easier to judge based on appearance or hearsay,instead of finding out for ourselves. There are good people out there … caring people. This I do not doubt. But lately it seems they are hard to see in the dark shadows that everyone else casts.
Since I am obviously in a darkish mind for a change, my creation for this week’s 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups is a little somber. But maybe some will enjoy it anyway. The prompt:
….beneath the surface…
They called him a monster.
He was big. His misshapen form inspired fear. Most would just run; some attacked. He learned to growl. To menace. To defend himself.
Because that was the only way they gave him peace.
But on that day; that terrible day …
Others just watched in horror. Many did not even bother to watch. But no one, NO ONE, lifted a finger to help …
… except The Monster. She was just a child. Thanks to The Monster she would be an adult.
They called him a monster. They chose not to see beneath the surface.
So who were the real monsters?
This happens alot. If you dont help children that need it, you are just as guilty.
Not just to children. But somehow it seems worse when it IS a child.
Very interesting story, lots to take from it and think about
I am glad that you had that reaction. It was kind of my aim
Scary but true in many cases
Happens too often sadly.