February 27, 2015

Flash! Friday: Prompt #3-12

And once again it's Friday, not to mention the end of February. An interesting prompt today from Rebekah, with this conflict:
incorporated into a 200-word (+/- 10) story on this photo:

Refuge

There’s something to be said for war. Nothing good, mind you. But something.

Landscapes lay littered with carcasses—human, wooden, metal, what have you. The war doesn’t discriminate. But once abandoned, a war-torn carcass can transform into shelter, even nourishment, if you’re desperate enough.

By the time I saw what used to be the Malika, I was desperate. When I made it inside, I thought I was saved. And I was, from the torture of a relentless sun and the stinging of wind-blown grains of sand, even from the pursuit of army hard-asses. I slept for at least a day.

But my soul?

I try not to think about it.

I can still hear the war, at night, sometimes, but I’m too far for them to find me now. Escaped from the horror of man, now victim to the vicissitudes of the desert.

Metal bones and human ones offer me supplies for survival as I balance my options. Stay inside and run through my scavenged resources, or venture out with the ones I can carry in a former soldier’s bag?

It’s not right, stealing from the fallen ones, destroying them.

But I was desperate.

(194 words)

2 comments :

  1. I say take the goods and go before you use up all the supplies. Venture forth and find other survivors. May the force be with you. :-)

    sherry @ fundinmental

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    1. Well, the movie Cast Away agrees with you, since he wasn't found until he left the island. :-) But then there's something to be said for shelter in the middle of a wasteland, and no guarantee there's anyone the character would want to be found by out there.

      Thanks for reading!

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