TUESDAY 30th JUNE 2020
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..
THE LAST OF LUKE
by John Yeo
The assembled gathering were sombre to say the least, the sheriff took the prayer book in his hands and said.
‘The Colonel was a fine man who deserved everything he had achieved.’
The councillors and the local dignitaries all agreed that there’d never lived a finer man than Colonel Luke.
‘The Colonel was a devout man full of Christian charity, when he left every penny of his legacy to the town. The money will go towards feeding the poor and educating the children.’
A voice rose from the rear of the assembly.
‘He was a racist slave driver who made money out of the very people he is bettering.’
There was a chorus of assent from the gathering.
The priest intoned the words of the last two verses from the gospel according to St. Luke.
Colonel Luke’s body was consigned to the flames of the crematorium.
The feelings of the townsfolk were mixed, love and pride mixed with hate and abhorrence. Goodbye Colonel Luke.
‘May you rot in the embers of the fires.’
© Written by John Yeo.