One breathtaking photo. 100 well-chosen words. The following story was submitted as part of Friday Fictioneers – a weekly fiction contest for writers to hone their skills. Find other entries by visiting https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com
Final Sunset
“THEY’RE COMING.”
Her text message bounced onto my phone’s glowing screen, causing me to choke on my Sprite. I rolled my eyes as I dabbed at the mess. Susie. What a nut case. I should’ve left her months ago.
A stewardess handed me a napkin with a smirk. “Another, sir?”
“Yes, please.”
Opening the airplane window, I drank in the golden sunset. So beautiful. But Susie would never see it, tucked away in her shelter.
I laughed, but the sound caught in my throat as I saw a black mass darken the sun.
“THEY’RE COMING.“
Regret strangled me.
If only…
I’m not sure if it’s the end of the world or just feels that way from an undesirable relationship. Either way, the capslocks on her texts send out creepy vibes. Great story!
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Creepy vibes was definitely the intention…thanks so much for stopping by!
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