As October goes on, so does my constant vacillation between abstraction and creepiness in my stories (though I did just take a break from all that to play dress up with some of my favorite dead authors).
Give this one a read and then head on over to Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s page, the brand new home of the Friday Fictioneers. Happy weekend everyone!
The coffee never gets cold.
Outside the window, eons pass. Lush forests rise and fall, high-rises crumble, the sun is a blur – a perfect halo growing and shrinking with the seasons. Someday it will swell and redden and devour us all.
I do not know how long we have been here, in this diner. The question itself is absurd; time has no meaning here. We are only watchers.
I blink, and in my mind’s eye is captured a perfect moment: a field of green with a red starburst – a flower. I sense an ancient longing and sip my coffee.
So there you have it, and I actually kept it to 100 words for once! Leave your comments, criticism and Halloween candy below! Then head to Rochelle’s site to read some more cool stories based on the photo prompt.