Justice

1989 Mid April. It was a day that the sun shone but it would be shrouded in darkness. Men, women and children journeyed for a noisy celebration of sporting achievement. Most would return in stunned silence. Ninety six would not return at all.


Underneath the Main Stand, row upon row of broken bodies waited for someone to cry over them, stand up for them, protect and honour them. Who would do that?

For over 22 years, the call for truth has been heard from all corners, all terraces and stands, but the authorities still refuse their pleas for dignity, honesty.


This was written from the prompt of ...the sun shone but... set by Julia at The Head's Office. Head over there for some other fabulous interpretations of the prompt. You can support the call for justice by signing the e-petition on the governments website.