The sky went dark all at once, as if someone had thrown a blanket over the sun. That’s what it was like.
The mountain was gone – a burning cloud stitched with lightning had replaced it.
I remember the sliding door slamming shut behind us as my boots hit the dirt.
We stayed first world for a while.
But soon, we were just another clot of coughing grey ghosts, slurping muddy water from half empty nalgenes, staring ahead through dust rimmed eyes at rows of abandoned vehicles veiled behind curtains of trickling sand. That’s what it was like.
Something about staring at slow motion videos of simulated volcanic explosions all day must have influenced my Friday Fictioneers story this week! Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: