Midas – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge 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.


Image © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Used with permission for this Friday Fictioneers Challenge only. Any other use of this image requires Rochelle’s permission.


Midas

I touch my daughter’s rosy cheeks and watch in horror as they turn grey.

My husband hears me scream and rushes to my side.

She shatters into thousand pieces as he takes her in his arms.

“What have you done?” His skin turns translucent.

As the light leaves his tormented eyes I understand: it’s contagious.

I’m cursed like fabled King Midas.

Everything he touched turned into gold; my curse produces brittle glass, infecting others as they touch the shards.

I won’t starve to death like Midas, but die of loneliness.

I shouldn’t have opened that probe they brought from Ganymede.

(100 words)


I pledge

Just a little darkish nonsense this week…

Ganymede is the largest Jupiter moon.

 

 

Advertisements

67 thoughts on “Midas – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

  1. Ooh, love where you went with the prompt! An alien version of the Midas curse, very clever. And yes, you should *never* be the first one to touch anything from outer space! Wait until you see how it affects everyone else first and be prepared to evacuate. Lesson #1, dude!

    Liked by 1 person

By leaving a comment, you consent to your data being stored on this site. Learn more on the Privacy Policy page.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.