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. πŸ˜€



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.

β€œWhose 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. β€œI don’t understand why we had to kill them.”

β€œTo win,” Gary says.

Win what? The bullet shrieking tells me: survival.

I finish digging the grave with my bare hands.


Sascha Darlington 2021

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  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.



    • 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. πŸ™‚ Hopefully your art isn’t in the same way.

      Many thanks! πŸ™‚

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