PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
I did not feel at all like writing yesterday when I saw the prompt, so I waited. Hope it was worth it! This is for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle.
Fall of Our Discontent
By Scott L Vannatter 100 Words
The ice had come early. Last several years had been off. Everyone said not to worry, it had happened before.
“Bullshit!” thought Karohl. She was 42 and it had never been quite like this. Worldwide was changing. Badly.
Now, she was bundled, backpacked, and heading. The familiar yellow vehicle stopped, not full with children, but with people heading out. Heading South. Away from … this.
As they pulled away, Karohl looked the sky. The icy blackness would be here by nightfall. She just hoped they were far enough away before 6 inches of ice came down. It was October 10th.
Namaste,
Scott
