And Friday rolls around again, and it’s a busy day. Friday Reads, a hair appointment (yeah, I’m hiding my age as long as possible), and–drum roll–Friday Fictioneers! After a lifetime of working, Friday was always my favorite day of the week. Friday Fictioneers is just icing.
I’m sure a shrink would have a field day with my psyche, given the fact that Madison Woods posts these beautiful pictures of nature, and my mind immediately goes to the Apocalypse. It has to be all those sci-fi B-movies I saw as a kid, but today’s 100-word fiction will just prove I’m eccentric. In a good way.
Here’s the lovely photo:
And here’s yet another end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it story.
The beauty of the sunrise let him ignore reality.
Inside his cave, he had supplies to keep him for months, perhaps a year, and the river meant fresh water.
He wondered how long before survivors made it this far. By the time that happened, starvation and survival at all costs would have rendered them something less than human. That thought made him check his weapons and ammunition again.
But he would have some time before he had to face the inevitable. Until then, he had the murmuring river, a soft wind rustling the leaves, and the beauty of the sunrise.
I’m really not a survivalist, and I don’t really think we’re doomed. Honest. Anyway, go on over to Madison Woods’ blog and read some 100-word fiction from normal people.
8 thoughts on “Another Friday Fictioneers!”
Nicely woven little tale. Fits in with my story also. But I like how you juxtaposed the beauty of nature with the gritty reality of your protagonist.
I’ll echo my comments on the Blogger version of this story 🙂
Great stuff, very atmospheric, I like the hint of devolved/degenerated adversaries, I love the self assuredness of the MC, who seems a warrior/poet type, very much a post-apoc samurai (to me, at least). This is very cool and very well written. I enjoyed reading, thanks 🙂
I do love a good post apocalyptic tale, especially one like this. I love the tranquility that’s at odds with the sense of tension at the inevitable coming of the (possibly) feral survivors. Excellent story that I would like to know more about.
Mine is this-a-way:
I loved how you had such a disturbing monologue countered by the serenity of sitting by the river.
Mine is here: http://threedescriptors.wordpress.com/2012/04/06/flash-fiction-20-cold-night/
I enjoyed your story–especially the way your survivor “takes it as it comes;” Prepared but not borrowing trouble. Well done–I’d enjoy knowing where this went.
‘That thought made him check his weapons and ammunition again’ and also made my heart to skip beats are the propects of the coming combat…a unique take on the prompt!
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This is very interesting and thought provoking. Survival of the fittest in extreme circumstances.
And I liked the way you used the words. Good post!
I’m glad he is taking time to smell the roses. I wish him luck.