Last Man Out
Where were they?
“G-Get out. I’ll
call the police!”
“..olice...
lice...” Shiny echoes mocked his squeaky bluster.
The top of the
static escalator receded from his puffing ascent.
Behind him!
Scrabbling towards
the exit.
“Hey! Old man! Want a hand?”
In front!
A dripping limb
was proffered.
Lights winked
out.
He retched in
the gloom.
55 words
@nickjohns999
This story was written for Lisa McCourt-Hollars' 55 Word Challenge
This story was also written for the same Lisa McCourt-Hollars' 55 Word Challenge
but used all three photo prompts.
It received and Honourable Mention from judge Lisa!
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Not With A
Bang...
He strolled
away, resolved. The bag was placed. The timer set.
Mankind was a
parasitic, toxic aberration. If enough of them could be contaminated,
eliminated, the environment would reassert itself. Balance would return. Gaia
would enfold us in her arms again. He recalled a childhood image – the last
penguins - and wept for ravaged nature.
55 words
@nickjohns999
This story was also written for the same Lisa McCourt-Hollars' 55 Word Challenge
but used all three photo prompts.
It received and Honourable Mention from judge Lisa!
