Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, typically only a few hundred words or fewer
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: I was sad to see that he still existed.
He sat in the clearing - old, wizened, decrepit even. His once majestic aura merely a ghost of what had been. Thinking of the past filled me with longing, yearning for what would never be again. His now frail body sickened by the darkness that spread across the land, killing us all slowly. I was sad to see that he still existed. Taking a deep breath, I nodded to the men. “Do it.”
I closed my eyes and swallowed the lump in my throat. “Take him out of his misery.” I turned away, unable to watch anymore. “Cut the tree down.”