All but forgotten…by Susan St. Pierre
Write whatever the image brings up in you.
There is no restriction on length or format of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap.
Cee abruptly stopped in her tracks. The finely detailed map that she held did not depict the glassy pond which obviously lay directly to her right. The sky reflected on the pond’s surface was sharp, but the image was sepia-toned.
A gasp from directly behind her made her jump with fright. She spun around with fists at the ready nearly knocking the youngest survivor into the copper-colored water.
“Zee! You scared the salt out of me! I told you to stay at camp.”
“I got bored, Cee. You get all the fun these days.”
“These days? You call the end of human existence THESE DAYS!”
Cee instantly realized her fright had gotten the better of…
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