She had been a caring woman, putting the needs of the community before her own. Matriarch and unofficial Chief. That is what we called her. Like King Solomon, she advised us wisely and helped us towards a greater understanding of ourselves. The way she died was not just. Gasping for air as the ungrateful one lashed out at her brand of justice. Locked in a prison cell for the remainder of his life, he mourns her death. But not as we do. We send out lights into the ocean to lead her spirit to the place she deserves to be.
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2018
(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.)