By Christopher Schuck
I just happened upon a flash fiction post this morning and decided to try my hand at it.
The basic details are: done every Friday, write a 100+/- word story based on a photo prompt, share your story and comment on others’.
Further details and how to get involved are on Madison Woods’ blog.
Here’s my attempt:
Just past the wraithy branches, I saw the horizon, at last. The melancholy white sky glowed brighter over the crest of the far hill, a hint of hope in this dark place. If only I could make it there, at least I would be out of the forest.
I dragged my tired and beaten body for miles, eyes on the distant skyline, which seemed to recede away from me faster than I could move. With the snap of every branch, my will seemed to break a little more . . .
Was I awake or dreaming? I pushed on further, only to fall asleep. I pushed on further still, only to wake up.
Maybe I was dead already . . .
How far had I actually gone? What day was it? At least I had the crested horizon to guide me.
Finally . . . I reached the hill. I crawled to the top.
Oh, no . . .
What do you think?