Stolen – Friday Fictioneers

Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 

Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

copyright-erin-learyCopyright – Erin Leary

– Stolen –

The skeletons of trees and bushes stand stark in the pale light of a winter morning. The mist hangs low in the valley, shrouding it in mystery.

I remember mornings like this from my childhood. I recall my fascination at the bejewelled spiders’ webs – they sparkle in my imagination, lighting up my mind’s eye.

Appearances can be devastatingly deceptive. Beyond the protective glass, the land is dead. The scorched trees have failed to come into leaf for twenty-seven seasons. We have no reason to expect anything different next year.

We have destroyed the only world we will ever inhabit. There is no turning back.


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35 thoughts on “Stolen – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Very nice – you had me picturing “bejewelled spiders’ webs” in my mind and then you switched to the stark reality of the situation. I hope it doesn’t become our reality.

    1. I think a lot of us have apocalyptic hearts… I am quite amazed at exactly how dark I can be, without too much effort… Yes, those spiders’ webs remind me of particular places, that’s for sure 🙂

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