So I have returned to Friday Fictioneers and send out a many thanks to Rochelle for being its host and Brenda Cox for this thought-provoking photo. This may be the first time that my story doesn’t show a direct tie-in to the photo. But, I kept thinking an upward climb and this weird little story unfolded as weird little stories (especially from me) do.

I’ve been dealing with a writer’s block that’s even manifested in my book reviews so I’m hoping this will help me break free. Thanks for reading. ๐Ÿ˜€



It was stupid.

We were stupid.

It was a stupid thing to do.

We thought our friendship would survive the apocalypse, but what we became were people who didnโ€™t like each other anymore.

โ€œWhose idea was this?โ€ Li asks.

No one answers.

We donโ€™t look each other in the eye anymore.

Jose gags as if heโ€™s about to puke.

Iโ€™ve had enough. I remove my gloves, toss them on the ground. โ€œI donโ€™t understand why we had to kill them.โ€

โ€œTo win,โ€ Gary says.

Win what? The bullet shrieking tells me: survival.

I finish digging the grave with my bare hands.


Sascha Darlington 2021

18 thoughts on “Survival

  1. Dear Sascha,

    One finds out who their real friends are in a situation like this. You left me wanting to know more and that’s not a bad thing.
    I understand about writer’s block. I’ve been going through a pretty dry spell myself lately.



    1. Sorry to hear that you have it as well, Rochelle. When I read a book and can’t write about it, I know I’m in trouble. ๐Ÿ™‚ Hopefully your art isn’t in the same way.

      Many thanks! ๐Ÿ™‚

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