13 Mayıs 2012 Pazar

Campaigner Challenge #1

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I don't usually write flash fiction, but the Writers' Platform Building Campaign's Challenge #1 insists on it. I've had a few scenarios zipping around my head lately, so I decided to pull one out. I  followed all the rules of the contest, both mandatory and optional.

Read the stories, and vote for a winner HERE (I'm #206, if you're curious!)

The rules:
  • Must start with "The door swung open"
  • Must end with "the door swung shut."
  • Must be exactly 200 words
The story:

The door swung open. Light scorched my eyes, as bright as it had been that night. For months later I had seen the afterimages when I blinked. Today, though, my eyes adjusted. And I gasped. The city was levelled. Nothing but brown and grey. Rubble and lifelessness. My eyes dampened. So much gone. So many dead.


I turned back toward the bomb shelter, and saw something incongruous. Something green. A scraggly weed struggled through the irradiated soil.

“Josh!” I called.

He came out, squinting as I must have, his face stubbled with days of itchy-looking growth. I waited until his eyes looked clear, then pointed to the weed.

“Look.”

He squinted at it as well, then grunted dismissively.

“It’s something,” I said. “At least it’s something.”

Then I saw what he had in his hand. Our only defense against the others. The gun.

“What are you doing?”

He shook his head, and had the balls to look sad. “You knew it had to happen.”

“No. . . Josh.”

“There’s only enough food for one.”

He raised the gun at my chest. The boom sounded as loud as the blast itself had. As I struggled to breathe, the door swung shut.

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