• the_novel_idealist

14 August 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday


A blinding light, the look of terror in his mother’s eyes, and the slow rumbling of the ground beneath us - that was how it had all began, how he had changed.

Even now, standing again where he’d lost everything, he could still picture that devastating scene, the beginning of what they would come to call the Dark Age.

Fumbling through the rubble, still now twenty years later unmoved, bones of those lost poked through – his mother had died here, protecting him, and still there she laid.

A shot fired past, narrowly avoiding his disfigured face. They had found him.A blinding light, the look of terror in his mother’s eyes, and the slow rumbling of the ground beneath us - that was how it had all began, how he had changed.

Even now, standing again where he’d lost everything, he could still picture that devastating scene, the beginning of what they would come to call the Dark Age.

Fumbling through the rubble, still now twenty years later unmoved, bones of those lost poked through – his mother had died here, protecting him, and still there she laid.

A shot fired past, narrowly avoiding his disfigured face. They had found him.