The Protester


By Eric Schweitz

The gendarmes file across the plaza in riot gear, a loudspeaker bellowing orders in French behind them. Shouting and tension weave palpably across the street.

“What’s going on?” asks a stranger.

“Anglais? Vas te faire.” A scowl first, then a backside.

In the center, a woman faces them as a block of granite against the sea. She rises and shakes with fury before the black uniforms. Her voice is sharp, filled with some roaring passion.

He lifts his camera. Through the lens he sees not stone but a rose. Against institution stands a heart-achingly beautiful thorn.

2 thoughts on “The Protester

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s