By Jeffrey M. Dean
Sara stood atop the abandoned railroad under a blood moon—the beginning of the end of times. She steadied herself on the brick parapet, gazed into a dark fall sky dotted only with Gemini’s brightest stars. They didn’t shine bright to her. She saw slight points of light struggling to exist against the surrounding emptiness, an emptiness so deep a surging river wouldn’t fill it. She was done trying to adjust. She had never been able to anyway. The street receded into the mist. Cars crept like mice in the street lamps’ hazy glow. She wondered if she would hit one.
So well written. I could see the scene and feel Sara’s anguish.
Thanks for reading, Helen!
Conveys so much in so few words!
Thanks, Helen. Not sure if you write, but my goodness it is difficult to trim to 101 words!
Poignant. Sara’s isolation really comes through in the descriptions.
Nicely done!
Thanks, Coco!
Excellent read … Sara’s emotions very vividly expressed… well done…
Thank you, Valli!
Wow, Jeffrey, well done. The isolation and anguish come through strongly and clearly.
Thanks, Maxwell!
Simple yet powerful narrative, so succinctly capturing the turmoil in a troubled mind! Haunting piece, Jeffrey!!
Poignant and vivid, Jeffrey. Great write!
Finally, something that starts, continues, and ends. Nicely done.
Very very powerful. It was clear where it was going, but that last line still packs a punch with it’s shockingly offhand and human realism.