Rochelle sets us a one hundred word, flash fiction challenge, prompted by a photo, each week. Why not give it a try?
In a moment, Jack was on his feet, his chair rattling across the floor; yelling and pointing threateningly at Professor Childs, eyes wild with rage, spitting venom.
“You can’t say that. Columbus did NOT discover America. There were already people living here. If I stole your home, killed you, raped your wife, sold your children into slavery, would I have discovered it? No!”
Childs looked stunned.
Angela’s gentle hands hugged Jack’s shoulders from behind; soothing.
“Calm down Jack. That’s not what he meant. It’s OK. Come on, calm down now. That battle is already lost.” (95)