Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
This week’s image comes courtesy of Jean L. Hays. I find it somewhat bleak, so I have written something cheerful.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on this picture, below.
Click here to hear the writer read his words:
I know he is coming.
Coming to kill me.
I can’t run.
He will follow.
He has to, he has no choice.
We both know he is no match for me.
I am stronger and faster, mentally and physically.
But I can’t kill him.
I swore I’d never kill again.
I made that oath to her on her death bed.
And that oath means more to me than my life.
Without her, my life means nothing.
He is almost here.
I step outside and gaze across the wastelands.
Far away, I see death approaching.
I sit down, and wait.