Due to unforseen events I was unable to join in last weeks Friday Fictioneers and I’ve been itching to get back to it since. So here’s my contribution to this weeks photo prompt. I hope you like it 🙂
If you’d like to have a go, visit Rochelle’s page to see the prompt and write whatever comes to mind in no more than 100 words. Good Luck!
Ice crusted over the lense. Scrib chiselled at it, then wiped it away.
Silvery light hit the ground, shimmering like water. He warmed his hands and made his way to the next one.
After the great flood, everyone had left.
Everyone but Scrib.
He stayed to man the laboratories – monitering the rate of melt. This was his home and he wasn’t about to abandon her now.
He trudged to the next lab. The crunch of his snow shoes echoed in this white wilderness.
They said they’d return when the ice melted.