I am what we used to call, in the dear dead days of the ’60s and ’70s, a peacenik. I’m very proud to live in a town that has a place on the web site Peace Stones & Rocks Around the World.
The inscription says,”Dedicated to the Peaceful Resolution of Conflict. Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone, it is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. — Dwight D. Eisenhower.”
My #4 daughter and I were there when it was dedicated. She was eight years old. It was chilly and she was bored after a while. She was fussing that she was cold and she wanted to go home. I took off my jacket and wrapped it around her and held her close, whispering for her to be quiet for just a few more minutes, that it wouldn’t be very nice to get a swat on the behind in front of the Peace Monument. There were camerafolk from all the local stations there.
That evening, EVERY CHANNEL carried a piece on the dedication, and EVERY CHANNEL included a shot of the solemn mother clutching her sorrowful child to her bosom, having given the child her own coat for warmth.
Pictures don’t lie, eh? They don’t even have to be photoshopped.
writing prompt: Have a character caught on camera looking as if he/she is doing something other than what he/she is doing.