Sunday, February 17, 2013

Corina Fiore Week 34: Blood for the Innocents

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Title: Blood for the Innocents

Enyo surveyed the village from her perch high in the Carpathian Mountains. The town bustled with a flurry of activity, but there was an undercurrent of fear. The villagers scuttled about with their heads down and held their children close to their sides.

“This is where they took her,” she thought. “This is where they took them all.”

A van squealed around the corner and came to an abrupt halt in front of a yellow stucco house. Pillow cases stained with specks of blood hung from the line. Those in the street hurried to their homes and nearby businesses, doors slamming behind them, windows drawn. The driver hopped out of the van. His skin was weathered, his clothes dirty. Smoke curled from his nose as he took a long drag of his hand-rolled cigarette as he approached the back of the van, dust kicking up behind his feet. He paused at the back of the van, his hand resting on the door handle. Dropping his cigarette on the ground, he stomped it out with his boot and swung open the back door. Harsh light filled the rear of the van. The girls, some as young as nine, squinted against the blinding light.

Upon seeing the girls file out of the van, Enyo shifted in her perch and gripped the steel of her gun tighter. She swallowed hard. A fire burned in her belly. They had unloaded another batch of fresh “recruits.” In a few days, these girls would be trafficked across globe, sold into slavery. Her own sister, her friends, were rounded up just like this. They had been taken from the streets, from their homes, from their families too burdened to care for them. Enyo? She was considered too damaged to be sold, hardened by circumstance of living as a Serbian orphan.

But Enyo made a promise. A promise to keep her sister safe from the harsh realities of the world. She had done just that. Her sister had been shielded from the very circumstances that hardened Enyo. Until now.

She intended to right that wrong.

She shifted again and awaited nightfall.


Corina Fiore is passionate about learning and considers herself an education advocate. She currently writes textbooks and voice-overs for science software. When not blogging to evoke change in educational policies and women’s rights issues, she trains for her black belt.



  1. Welcome to the blog, my friend! Love this story so very much. You evoked so much emotion in this short piece and painted such a bleak picture. But Enyo is quite the strong heroine ... I know that she can right the wrong she seeks to avenge. I look forward to reading more of your wonderful words!

  2. Great job. Such a tragic subject, but your imagery was well done and I just hope Enyo succeeds in her task. Well done & welcome to the family!

  3. What a great way to start. I enjoyed this - will you continue this?