The one left behind – Friday Fictioneers

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.

They said.

93 words

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46 thoughts on “The one left behind – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Fantastic take on the prompt Cheryl and your discription is beautiful. I really feel his determination to stay when everyone else has deserted. Fingers crossed they come back, until then I hope he has enough to keep him entertained 🙂

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  2. Some lovely descriptions of Scrib’s snow shoes crunching in the white wilderness and his dedication to monitoring the rate of melt in the area he loved so much. His loneliness comes across really well and we can only hope that the others will return one day. Lovely story, Cheryl.

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