A Forlorn Hope

Once again, I’ve actually made the attempt to partake as one of the “Friday Fictioneers” over at Madison Woods’ blog.  Once a week she posts a provocative or intriguing photo, and the challenge is to come up with an appropriately provocative or intriguing narrative to go along with it, in  100 words.  So, here’s this week’s entry for me!

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A Forlorn Hope

Madison Woods - Grapevines

“It’s dying.”

Jaelen gasped in dismay. “Are you sure?!”

Nehla just dropped her gaze and shook her head.  “I’m sure.  You can see it in the leaves, the stems.  It’s almost summer, and not a single bloom. Not a single grape.”  She heaved a deep, shuddering sigh. “It didn’t work.”

That was it then.  All hope was gone.  Genetically engineered to withstand the radiation, toxic soil, and blight which had destroyed so much of the Earth’s crops, this should have been their way back.

“We need to tell the others.”  They turned, and reluctantly headed back down into the tunnels.

~ Eskewpe

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A Quiet Place To Rest

Thought I’d start dabbling a little more seriously (can you dabble “seriously”? Isn’t dabbling inherently unserious?) in the microfiction writing community.  Soooo, based on a writing prompt from Madison Woods, here’s my first “100 Word” Friday Fictioneer entry:

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Friday FictioneersI pushed my way through the last of the trees and stopped, stunned by the lush, vibrant meadow stretched out before me like a fantastic tapestry, seemingly spun together out of bright, emerald-green thread on the gods’ great looms.  A rainbow marked it to me as a good, holy place.

Garrick had said there would be a sign.  That I would just know.  Garrick wasn’t usually wrong about much; he wasn’t about this, either.

I knelt, like an acolyte before an altar, and dug a small hole, placing the urn gently in the earth. Head bowed, I could only whisper, “Goodbye, Mother.”

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