Time for the Friday Fictioneers with another prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
This week had me staring at the picture but nothing would come. What I finally came up with isn’t the most original drabble I’ve ever written, but my mind seems to be in tunnel view and can’t seem to see anything else right now. I don’t even know what genre this is. I tentatively call it scifi because it somewhat fits into my series of future history* stories. (*The term is stolen from R.A. Heinlein.)
Cars go rushing by with horns honking; their headlights blinding me. People flee, leaving the city like rats leaving a sinking ship. Why?
Nearby, someone’s set off a dirty bomb. Dirty bomb… as if there were any clean ones…
Now they all run. They fear disease and death.
I don’t run. I’m dead anyway. To them, my life is worthless. They don’t want to see me.
But I see them, and what they leave behind, unguarded. Today I’ll find food in the fridges, and houses to sleep in. For a while I’ll be rich. Every cloud has a silver lining.
Featured image: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3AISS-34_Stratocumulus_clouds.jpg
By ISS Expedition 34 Crew Image Science & Analysis Laboratory, NASA Johnson Space Center [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons — On Jan. 4 a large presence of stratocumulus clouds was the central focus of camera lenses which remained aimed at the clouds as the Expedition 34 crew members aboard the International Space Station flew above the northwestern Pacific Ocean about 460 miles east of northern Honshu, Japan. This is a descending pass with a panoramic view looking southeast in late afternoon light with the terminator (upper left). The cloud pattern is typical for this part of the world. The low clouds carry cold air over a warmer sea with no discernable storm pattern.