I needed a prompt for this 55 Fridays. I chose this one.
I’m not including the original prompt in my 55 Fridays. That’s just cheating.
They couldn’t remember a time when they weren’t scared.
In one sentence is the spark of a story. Ignite.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a memory about this sentence. Write something about this sentence.
Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!
They couldn’t remember a time when they weren’t scared; when they weren’t fighting for their lives; when sound wasn’t a cause for concern. All they could remember was their fear: bright and bitter, wrapped in a heavy silence, cloaking their movement. Comfort was a thin hope, gauzy and mythological. Fear dogging their every step. Their only hope was to reach the only city left.
Well, jeez, that was harder than I remember. It’s not even a proper drabble. Oh, well. It’s something, yeah?
Just for comparison’s sake, below is the original 55 Fridays post I wrote and eventually expanded.
Friday, May 19, 2006
It started with a note lobbed over the fence. Three simple words were written on it: “Where were you?” Janey held it in her hands and pondered the message. Yesterday? The day before? What day? A second message was then thrown over the fence. “Yesterday.” Why should I say where I was when I don’t know who you are?
I hope it’s warmer where you are. Currently, it’s not here. 🙂
Happy Friday and stay warm!!