• the_novel_idealist

25 October 2019 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday

Fear flooded his every sinew.

His eyes, bloodshot, squinted in the hunt for any sign of life, as the lantern began its steady descent to nothingness.

Something had moved; he was sure of it. The darkness had served only to increase his sense of hearing, and the crackle of leaves nearby told him that someone was close.

The lantern flickered again, shedding light upon the green spores, floating as though without a care in the world, floating as though they had no care for the damage they would soon inflict, on everyone, on everything.

The light flickered one final time.