The Narrowness of Minds

What defines us still, to so many eyes? In the age of emancipation how do nations measure our skill, our worth? Justice falls away, prejudice remains, stains our character, suggesting opinions before they can form, and shunning those who do nothing to merit it. What’s in a name, what’s in the hue, the pigment, the colour of our skin to define our worth?

Nothing.

And yet, to some, to too many, it still means everything.

Frederick Douglass, ca. 1879.  George K. Warren. (National Archives Gift Collection) Exact Date Shot Unknown NARA FILE #:  200-FL-22 WAR & CONFLICT BOOK #:  113
Frederick Douglass, ca. 1879
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Six Word Stories: The Challenge, No. 8.

Many many apologies for the delay, so without further wasting of anyone’s time, here are this week’s highly commended for BETRAYAL:

Returned from trip. Key didn’t fit. (AnonymouStalker)

Tears trickled down, betraying his smile. (Doodles and Scribbles)

Brilliant mind trapped inside lifeless body. (Kay Morris Writes)

And this week’s winner:

A bribe accepted. A witness dead. (D.S. McKnight)

Hope you enjoyed those, there were really lots of good entries this week, so keep them coming in! This week’s prompt word is HELP! Make of that what you will, but you can find my entry below.

Roundtanglelake

Noiseless, water flooded into her lungs.