And, yet again, I'm two weeks behind on this... I would blame it on having a memory roughly equivalent to a steel sieve, but honestly, that's not at all fair to steel sieves... It's more like a mud sieve, dissolving when you try to run anything through it.
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Flash Fearsday is a microfiction challenge: write a horror story in 140 characters or less. If you feel that is too limiting, you can try for 140 words. Flash Fearsday was started at Porky's Expanse!; however, Porky was unable to continue hosting it, at which point it moved here. What will you create for the challenge?
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ReplyDeleteThe golden days? Just bugs on a dustscape. Memory's like a sieve now: all the lumps and weevils get stuck. They're in there. Creeping about.
Here's mine:
ReplyDeleteFilter of the mask broken. Sensing the toxic air - mouth shut, trying not to breathe. Numb white fingers claw more slowly in a fading light.
@ Sidney Roundwood - You've got it down pat. The use of 'light' right at the end finishes it perfectly.
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