The Message: Historical Flash Fiction by cam

Updated on March 13, 2018

Site of Confrontation on May 4, 1970, Kent State University

Photo taken from the perspective of the Ohio National Guard soldiers when they opened fire on the students.
Photo taken from the perspective of the Ohio National Guard soldiers when they opened fire on the students. | Source

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Ohio, Kent State University

Synopsis of The Message

On May 4, 1970, a four day emotional battle of wills between war protesters and the National Guard, comes to a bloody end on the campus of Kent State University. Sharon and her boyfriend, who try to continue their normal lives as students, get caught up in the violence and send a devastating message to the man responsible for the carnage.

The Message

Over the last four days, Kent State University campus has become a cauldron of boiling emotions. I'm in the library on Monday morning, listening to tear gas canisters explode on the commons area outside. Without a break, Ohio National guardsmen have been riding the heels of students who are protesting the Vietnam war and the recent invasion of Cambodia by U.S. forces.

My girlfriend, Sharon, and I are attempting to live life as normal, weaving our way in and out of warlike conditions to continue our studies. In spite of the activity outside, Sharon is supposed to meet me here before her first class this morning, something we've regularly been doing for several months.

Jeffrey Glenn Miller

Jeffrey Glenn Miller (March 28, 1950-May 4, 1970), student at Kent State University in Kent, Ohio who was shot and killed by Ohio National Guardsmen in the Kent State shootings.

I watch through the windows. The guardsmen don't look that excited to be chasing college students around campus. In fact, some of them are my fellow students at KSU.

The Governor is the one who is out of control. I can hear him now, shouting into a microphone. The growl in his voice betrays the ire in his heart for the angry mob. Using his tongue as a brush, he paints, in stark black against white, his perception of those who would dare threaten his political fantasia.

Worse than the Nazi Brownshirts, he says of the protesting students. Worse than the Communist element and the night-rider vigilantes of the tobacco wars. These are the worst type of people that we harbor in America. We are going to eradicate the problem. It's over within Ohio.

While he was running for office, the Governor vowed to end campus unrest across the state. Apparently, government sponsored intimidation, even violence, are his way of keeping that promise.


Allison Beth Krause

Born-Cleveland, Ohio, U.S.1951

Died May 4, 1970 (aged 19)

Kent, Ohio, U.S.

Cause of death-Gunshot wound

Occupation-Student

This isn't Sharon's fight. She's focused on her studies and consumed with a stray puppy she found running around on campus. Pets aren't allowed in the dorms, but he rarely barks, and she's kept the dog a secret with the help of her roommate. She calls him Bobo, an adorable Yorkie mix.

I cross to the windows and scan the commons area, looking for Sharon. She should be here by now. The guardsmen advance across the grass of the commons toward more than a thousand student protesters who hold their ground and begin to chant together, one, two, three, four, we don't want your ******* war; pigs go home. This looks bad, very bad.

I see her. She's running toward the library, her bob haircut bouncing with each stride. She is either oblivious to the confrontation in front of her or she doesn't care, and now I understand why.

Bobo is on the loose, and she's chasing him. I run out of the library to help catch the dog, to get Sharon out of the middle of whatever is about to happen.

William Knox Schroeder

William Knox Schroeder

Born July 20, 1950

Cincinnati, Ohio

Died May 4, 1970 (aged 19)

Kent, Ohio, U.S.

The guardsmen respond to the vulgar chant with an unprecedented amount of tear gas. The canisters sail over the library commons against the backdrop of trees laden with the buds of spring. An acrid smell fills the air, along with trails of smoke. Protesters, who aren't overcome by the tear gas, fight back with a barrage of glass bottles and rocks.

Bobo runs straight into the crowd of protesters and, to my dismay, Sharon follows.

A rifle shot announces a new level of violence in the four-day struggle. I expect to see the soldiers firing warning shots into the air but am shocked to see bayonet fitted barrels pointed directly at the students.

Bobo exits my side of the crowd and disappears around the corner of the library. I let the dog go because Sharon doesn't emerge chasing after him. The students are panicking, scattering, and she is lost somewhere in the chaos.

The rifles of other guardsmen burst to life in response to the initial shot. People fall to the ground, screaming out in pain. Some flee to the library.

I run onto the commons area just as the gunfire ceases. Cries of grief and pain nearly overwhelm me as I search for Sharon. I grab a female student with a bob haircut and spin her around. She must have expected to see a soldier with a rifle because she draws her arm back to strike me. But her's is a stranger's face.

Tears roll down my cheeks when I realize that I may not find her among the confused and frightened people who stumble around me. She may lie among the dead and dying on the ground.

I kneel beside the fallen body of a young woman. She opens her eyes. Blood seeps from her shoulder. It isn't Sharon. I leave her in the hands of another student and stagger to my feet.

I recognize her from a distance and race to where she lies on her back with her head resting on the grass in a halo of blood. I drop to the ground beside her. A bullet has ripped the right side of her neck open, and bright red blood is pumping out with the force of her fading heart. She mouths my name and closes her eyes. I work my arms beneath her body and draw her to me. I head across the commons toward the library and hear distant sirens growing louder. Help for Sharon is on the way.

Sandra Lee Scheuer

Born August 11, 1949

Youngstown, Ohio, U.S.

Died May 4, 1970 (aged 20)

Kent, Ohio, U.S.

A librarian holds the door open. I carry Sharon inside and lay her on a study table. Clean towels are brought out, and I press them against her torn neck to stop the bleeding. Her blood seeps through, coating my hands. Will she die? Is she already dead?

I hear the door open. Footsteps approach. I turn and see the ashen face of the Governor.

"Is she––?" The Governor seems unable to finish.

With my left hand, I hold the towel against Sharon's wounded neck and extend my bloody right hand toward the man I believe is responsible for the carnage. Forced to step forward, he reluctantly accepts the offer of a handshake that leaves in his palm the only message I care to send.

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      • cam8510 profile imageAUTHOR

        Chris Mills 

        16 months ago from Flagstaff, AZ

        Shyron, I am very glad to know that the story succeeds in stirring the emotions. Thanks for reading and for your comments.

      • cam8510 profile imageAUTHOR

        Chris Mills 

        16 months ago from Flagstaff, AZ

        Hello, Bill. I appreciate the support. You've been behind me for a number of years now. I've taken your suggestion to attempt to have some of my stories published. One is with Asimov's Science Fiction Online Magazine now, waiting to be rejected. haha, I'll try to be more positive than that. It's a long shot with one of the top sci-fi sites.

      • cam8510 profile imageAUTHOR

        Chris Mills 

        16 months ago from Flagstaff, AZ

        Mamerto I Relativo Jr, Lessons from past catastrophes need to be pulled up from time to time for a fresh look since we tend to commit the same sins repeatedly as a society.

      • cam8510 profile imageAUTHOR

        Chris Mills 

        16 months ago from Flagstaff, AZ

        Eric, Good day, sir. Nice to see you. Thanks for posting the song. Actually, I gave thought to include that very song at the top of the story to be played as people read. If you don't mind, I'll move it up now. Thanks for your comments. It was a dark time for America that casts a shadow even today.

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        Shyron E Shenko 

        16 months ago from Texas

        Fantastic writing, I can see feel and hear this tragic fury going on. I know it is flash fiction, but still....

        Blessings my friend

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        Bill Holland 

        16 months ago from Olympia, WA

        Win or lose the competition, you are very, very good at flash fictions.

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        JR Mamerto 

        16 months ago from Cabuyao

        The story is dynamic and brings the imagery really clear. At the same time the message is relevant in today's scenario.

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        Eric Dierker 

        16 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

        Great piece here. You express a nasty fact that violence creates chaos and chaos more violence. In such short order you bring the tragedy back to life with a personal touch.

        https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68g76j9VBvM

      • cam8510 profile imageAUTHOR

        Chris Mills 

        16 months ago from Flagstaff, AZ

        Hi John, I appreciate your words. I intended to have her die, but when it came time to write it, I had trouble with that. It seemed wrong, even in a fictional story, to add a fifth death to the list of those who died. So I left it in question. It's good to see you today. It really is. I miss spending my time here on HP. Maybe I'll set the rewriting aside for a bit and do some writing for fun.

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        John Hansen 

        16 months ago from Queensland Australia

        You certainly met the challenge with this excellent story, Chris. I didn't want it o end there though. I needed to know that Sharon survived. Great job though. Good luck in the contest.

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