An Easter Sunday

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

I woke up with a feeling of dread. The day was meant to be a celebration of the Resurrection of Christ. But it reminded me of other events. Personal events. The death of a family and my belief in the goodness of humanity. Remembering past Easters caused tears to run down my face. Egg hunts. Family dinners. Togetherness. Destroyed by a gun and a psychopath claiming we would all be resurrected. My meal today would be a solitary one in memory of the Resurrection, the love of a family, and the annihilation of a church community.

(I wished to write a piece on the celebration on Easter but my hands typed the above. In spite of this piece, I do wish everyone a wonderful Easter Sunday with their family)

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© Colline Kook-Chun, 2017

(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)

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30 thoughts on “An Easter Sunday

    1. I am sorry that you misunderstood – what I wrote was a piece of fiction. My memories of Easter have all been very positive.
      As you say, death and mental illness do not take a day off on Easter Sunday. I guess I was thinking of those people who were alone today, and who had had life-changing experiences.

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  1. I do pray that GOD brings blessings your way, today ! HE is alive…and because of that, we can live with the hope of one day being with HIM forever…no more pain…no more sorrow…only peace. HE loves you ❤

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