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. 😀
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 didn’t like each other anymore.
“Whose idea was this?” Li asks.
No one answers.
We don’t look each other in the eye anymore.
Jose gags as if he’s about to puke.
I’ve had enough. I remove my gloves, toss them on the ground. “I don’t understand why we had to kill them.”
“To win,” Gary says.
Win what? The bullet shrieking tells me: survival.
I finish digging the grave with my bare hands.
Sascha Darlington 2021