Peace-keeping (Valentine's Day Massacre Theme)
by Ajay Nair
He was a small boy but a strong boy, was Velu. When he was eight, his arms were cords of steel and his fingers had the grips of ancient hooks. He climbed trees as if they were vertical roads and he split open coconuts with his hands (and sometimes cracked them with his teeth). He was a strong boy, was Velu.
His mind was a million tiny fireflies and they buzzed and flitted about with easy electricity. And yet, because they were in his head, and you couldn't see into his head, even when it was dark, they didn't know his head was full of fire-flies. So they told him he better get ready to join the army because that's where it was at, for him. After all, not everybody could split coconuts with their hands.
He was shipped off to Sri Lanka as part of the peace-keeping force, to keep a fragile thread from snapping that joined the local army and the rebels together and kept them apart at the same time. But the thread sagged and when it did, people got hurt, people got maimed, people got raped. Velu watched and crawled and sometimes shot off his fire-arm but the thread kept on sagging and all his strength was wasted because his muscular arms couldn't keep a thread taut. Sometimes, the thread snapped and he wondered at the irony of it all. Peace-keeping was the shell that allowed murky goings-on to breed deep inside in the heart of the war; it was the fragrance which subdued the stench. He smiled tiredly at his peace-keeping when the nights were relatively quieter; the nights when stars fell off the sky because they weren't afraid of being caught in nets held up by tyrants.
When he finished his tour, he was installed as the game-keeper in the local zoo. He was given a rusty rifle and a few bullets to chew on. They tasted like iron and there was no tenderness inside them like those coconuts he used to bite open. His zoo had a lion, two tigresses, a bunch of monkeys and fifteen elephants.
One day, the oldest elephant-cow woke up and realized that what had been stirring inside her womb was no longer stirring. It was still, like it was the end of the world. Her sanity broke in a clatter of chains and she showed what strength was, what strength really was as she broke out of the zoo. She was a one-elephant stampede.
When her feet trampled upon seven year old Josekutty and nine year old Sweety, she only felt a soft squish beneath her feet - temporary relief from the harsh, hard, hot asphalt of the road. She craved more softness for her burning feet and her burning head.
They woke Velu up and he strode out to meet the mad elephant, the rifle in his hand. He wore no shirt and his skin was cool cotton. His dark brow had four horizontal grooves that were shallow pools of sweat. He raised his rifle to his shoulder and fired. Re-loaded and fired. Seven bullets was what it took.
All Velu wanted was everlasting peace. All he wanted was to wake the fireflies out of their blind, staggering torpor.
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Author's Note
A companion piece to 'War' that was posted earlier.
(Oh, and I figure this edits comfortably with the theme I chanced upon a bit late)
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Great phrase here: "the nights when stars fell off the sky because they weren't afraid of being caught in nets held up by tyrants."
Really nice piece, Ajay.
Thanks Susan for the read and the feedback. Glad you liked this.
Sad story, Ajay. Beautifully written.
Thanks, Jack. Appreciate the read. Sadness is at the core of this, indeed.
"it was the fragrance which subdued the stench." Only one of several great lines, Ajay.
This has an epic quality to it, big story in little package, like Velu himself.
I remember the "seven bullets" from an earlier elephant-killing story!
Strong and beautiful straight through, though last sentence, I think, fails with its task.
Well written piece, Ajay. Like the weave of emotions here.
Thanks Matt. Happy that it worked for you. I can see the last line being a touch lazy. I think you did say something about the seven bullets back in the earlier story too.
Sam, thanks. As always, appreciate the read.
Excellent piece. Loved this line: "His mind was a million tiny fireflies and they buzzed and flitted about with easy electricity."
Thanks Kevin. Appreciate the positive feedback.
POWERFUL! Wonderfully told. Velu is a terrific protagonist. What you did vis/a/vis his unique personal strength and his inability to keep the "thread taut" was such a good metaphor. The jump to peace-time, and the resulting climax with the elephant was great story-telling. There is so much here
Thanks Susan. This kind of feedback makes it worth it. Elephants could be my thing.
I had the Johnny Quest Elephant Rifle when I was a kid.
That sucker was BIG, so seven bullets probably *was* enough.
;-)
I love the yearning for the fireflies (and their connection from beginning to end of the piece), makes the yearning for "peace" so alive and poignant.
(PS thanks for your comment on Romance)
ajay, you took the 'massacre' aspect of this challenge very seriously in this fantastically fantastic piece of the peace-loving superboy, was Velu..."the fragrance which subdued the stench"? only one example of many where your poetic sparkle illuminates an otherwise dark story.
Judas Priest, Ajay...you had me with the voice in this story, man. Controlled, in command. But the story went ahead and took it over the top. Loved this, man.
Heartbreaking, Ajay, more for the mother elephant than the trampled tikes, I think. So well done.
Ummm...heartbreaking for the trampled tikes, too, K.
Yes, wow.
Great solid writing again - you take me there strongly!. Fabulous work, Ajay, in so many ways.
Matt, finally you have come around to the plausbility of seven bullets being enough. I am glad.
Beate, thank you for the read and for the comment. Appreciate it, much.
Ff, I always take massacres seriously! Thanks for reading.
Sheldon, wonderful to read your feedback! Thank you.
Katrina, glad you felt it. And I agree.
John, thanks for the read.
Meg, always appreciate your feedback; thank you so much.
she lost her baby and her mind - how sad.
Appreciate the read, Estelle.
ajay, i really enjoyed this. quite an interesting take on the prompt. Disagree with Matt about the ending. I think it works quite well.
Thanks David. Funny thing is I didn't write it for the prompt because I didn't know about it, but then as I posted it, it fit right in!
Wonderful imagery. Interesting take on the elephant's emotions without overdoing it. Lots of nice, subtle descriptive work her but very powerfully felt. Very nice, simple and direct. Works well.
Thanks Shelagh. This obviously was based on some of the feedback on the other elephant story - to see if that has some potential to be expanded. Glad you felt this.