Tarrington stared through the bars of his cage. Armed guards kept watch at each of the three exits from the prisoners’ cavern. He drew in a breath, and the stench of stale air offended his nostrils. He turned his back on the sentries and began the few steps to the stone slab that served both as bench and bed.
In the dim underground light, he missed his target and stubbed his toe ― perhaps, even broke it. Tarrington had no way to know for sure. It hurt, but his mind processed the pain and dismissed it. Other considerations pushed their way to his frontal lobe.
Why was he ― Tarrington, the wise counselor and champion of the people who resided on this planet ― arrested and imprisoned below the great city? In his mind, he had committed no crime. He had only stated facts which should have been obvious to even the most obtuse. He could have kept his knowledge to himself and side-stepped the wrath of the overlords.
But he couldn’t bear it any longer. He was weary of the rhetoric, the words that encouraged everyone to think of themselves as victims. Those words incited them to hate their neighbors, and at the same time to fear and blame them. He had let his anger get the best of him. He had spoken the Truth words in divisiveness and caused yet another rift in the society. He did not mean to champion another reason to hate. For that action, he was as guilty as the terrorists.
Tarrington rarely thought of himself as a member of any tribe. He was a sentient being, and as such, a kindred spirit to all other sentient beings. Where a person came from, and what his physical appearance was like, were incidental. What mattered to Tarrington was the state of a person’s mind. Kindness, love, forgiveness, understanding, empathy ― these were the traits he admired and attempted to emulate. He had found those same attributes in members of every species. He had also seen the opposite. In either case, the traits were not inborn but learned.
He had spoken about the Doctrines of Division, which he blamed for his weariness. His words, which rang through the town square, were these:
“Liberate me from the chains of contention and division.
“Liberate me from the blame game where the adults emulate children on the playground and shout, ‘He hit me back first!’ in an attempt to excuse their behavior.
“Liberate me from the label of victim. After all, if my actions did not cause my plight, then I can do nothing to improve it.”
The last words had barely left his lips before he was arrested and thrown in prison.
“Liberate me!” He shouted the words, and they echoed into the cavern of his confinement and down the three arteries to the outside world. The sound rattled the bars, which shook until small shards of rock dust sifted down from the stone ceiling where they were attached. The power of his words, spoken with passion, frightened him. What good would come from bringing down the bars of his cage and the walls of the cavern with him inside those very bars and walls?
An epiphany struck him, humbled him. Just as he had claimed in his speech, his plight was of his own doing. And the more he shouted in protest, the more chance he had of being buried alive by his own angry, desperate words. “Liberate me from my own folly,” he whispered.
The bars, the stone walls, and the cave itself faded away into oblivion, and he stood once more in the town square. All eyes were upon him as he spoke. “I love each and every one of you,” he said. Silently, he vowed to live up to his own declaration. It would be enough.
This was brilliant, Sue! Very witty and thoughtful. Like AE, I loved the “He hit me back first!” bit. I had to read it twice to get the full message. Really well written, too. 🙂
Thanks, Joshua, for the kind words and praise.
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You certainly have our times and difficulties powerfully described. I was amazed at the power of his words, “Liberate me from my own folly.” And then you gave him another chance to really make a difference! Tarrington is a sentient being. He brings hope. You suggest hope in this piece. Well done!
Thank you, Sandy, for your kind words. I thought the word of the month, “Liberate,” had a lot of promise, so I felt compelled to write.
And you used the word of the month thoughtfully and powerfully. You certainly give us hope!
Oh, this one’s timely! Tarrington is an intriguing character and I enjoyed his internal conflict. The bit about ‘He hit me back first!’ was gold. And the realization he has is illuminating in more ways than one. Well done!
Thanks. I’ve updated it twice. I should have had my husband critique it before I posted it, Another of my character defects is impatience. It makes me feel good to know at least one other person “gets” the story.
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This has so many messages pertinent to society today Sue. So many in fact I believe the undertones were very deliberate and, in my humble opinion, very well presented..
“Where a person came from, and what his physical appearance was like, were incidental. What mattered to Tarrington was the state of a sentient’s mind. Kindness, love, forgiveness, understanding, empathy“
That part is spot on my own mantra. Talk to me, laugh with me, leave negative play elsewhere. I don’t care who you are, where you’re from, what culture you rest with or religion you follow. An “ass” is an “ass” irrespective of background. A good person is a good person under the same mandate.
This is a very sobering and powerful, piece just in that respect. Liberate me from my own folly indeed. Awesome take on the prompt word.
Wow! Thanks, Gary. And yes, the undertones were deliberate. It feels good to do something deep and meaningful once in a while.
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Thought so Sue! It was too clever to be random ha, ha! I actually do something similar although mine touches generally on how fragile civilisations are because they think (at the time) they are invulnerable. I think it’s why abandoned cities, cemeteries and reflecting on elegies gives me the shivers 😱