Let there be Light

 

Let there be Light

She surveyed the Norman Rockwell scene with tolerant disdain. She was the rightful mistress of this place. All who lived here knew her, the oldest living resident. Even the young ones treated her with respect. She lived in harmony with Gaia and no natural enemies threatened her. But chainsaws were not natural. Her leaves shivered.

55 Words

@nickjohns999 

This story was written for Lisa McCourt-Hollar's 55 Word Challenge

Total Recall

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Total Recall

He couldn’t force unwilling feet past the phantom threshold; restrained by echoes.

CLANG!

Even from the doorway, sour bile rose treacherously to his mouth.

Six by four.

The ghostly thoughts of pacing returned to haunt his doubled visions.

Then and now.

Her absent perfume washed his sinuses in lavender.

He had looked only for a quiet armistice, she had sought total victory.

Many shades of memory, colour subsumed.

White walls greyed by time.

He could barely now discern the faded stain, lurid in his mind’s eye.

Red to the floor; pink from the cheeks.

In war there are no victors.

100 Words

@nickjohns999 

This story was written for Stevie McCoy's Tuesday Tales
 and received an Honourable Mention from judge Sarah Fiete (@SareeseFeet)