Who am I
Fear courses though me, who am I… I know nothing. But… I realise I am.. yet how old am I… Do I have family. Should I walk or run. I am being hunted, but why. The buildings turn black whilst the sky turns white, The carcass of a plane without wings approaches. I see an open door, as the plane slows, shadows drifts towards me. I am picked up and thrown though the open door. I drop to the floor, Darkness taunts me….
Footnote. An offering this week about the earth after a catastrophic intergalactic war. A character called Benjamin Blue, flees entrapment……
Full of portent. There are such wars around us now
Yes it is a very bad time for many now… I do hope that the omens in my story is false
Very apocalyptic !!! Well-imagined.
It is kind of you to say so. Writing for Friday Fictioneers can lift my mood.
Mysterious. Well done.
Thank you Connie,
Disturbing view of a dystopian universe. Well written. Could be the opening scene for a movie. Happy New Year!
What a lovely comment, thank you and happy new year to you. Mike
Foreboding opening to a longer piece on escape. Thanks Michael.
Thank you Susan, putting together the longer story is taxing me
You capture the disorientation well.
Perhaps because I was disorientated myself. I was being challenged by the back ground story
Very dark and apocalyptic.
You are so right. I have found that could not put this section of a story into a long planned novella
Tense and intense, Michael.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle. Over a few months, I have had several challenges to my health. Recently posting to the Friday Fictioneers site has lifted my mood.