Teenage Martyr
Teenage Martyr
100 Word Story
The third time, the Claddagh knocker flew off the door when he slammed it The cops were pretty rough when they found Patrick in the after-hours, three days later,well-toasted at sixteen.
After a few nights in juvenile, he was released to his mom and stepdad and was tired of running but not tired of rebelling.
So the next time they pissed him off, he decided on a hunger strike. Took them a while to notice he was skipping meals, but when they did, Mom freaked.
“You’re completely insane!” she shrieked.
Patrick screamed right back.
“Grandma worshipped Bobby Sands!”
I don’t generally write 100 Word Fiction that will require a bit of research on the part of the reader, but since the world is in a tumultuous time I thought it might be interesting to tie in a rebel who has probably been forgotten, though I’m sure Bobby Sands is still both worshipped and reviled in small parts of the world.
This is a work of fiction, though some of the references are based on my own experience growing up in an Irish Catholic family and while they may tread in stereotypes, I promise you I was responsible for reinforcing some of those stereotypes in my rowdier youth and make no apologies.
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