Today’s Friday Fictioneer photo prompt was difficult for me to write for. Some might say that, in the final analysis, I didn’t.
Searching deep within the lines taut across his fear-filled face, I realized that the story had already been told.
It’s a story that no human should ever have to endure, though so many hundreds of thousands have. A tale of fear, welling up in your throat forcefully as you try desperately – and in vain – to outrun a Death that is larger, warmer, and oh so more quick than you will ever be; a Death that flagrantly belches itself out across the land.
Weeping gently, I placed my pen aside the unused sheet of paper. There would be no story today.