A drabble is a very short story of exactly 100 words. Feel free to join in and write your own drabbles on Fridays and tag them with “friday drabble” and on Twitter with the hashtag #fridaydrabble. This one actually came from a very vivid (and disturbing) dream that I had the other night.
He came down the slope, walking nearer to me. I read the black letters of his name marked over the mottled greens of his shirt. It was not his name.
I stared at the trail and pointed. He shook his head slowly.
“There is no good place left on earth,” he said.
Falling to my knees, my fingers gouged the soil. A sound started within me. A wailing anguish that left me hoarse and gagging. No birds took wing at my cry. No insects filled the silence after it. Only a metallic click as he moved behind me.