I'm back for Rachel Harrie's Second Campaigner Challenge of her Fourth Campaign. There are a number of ways a writer could enter this challenge and this is what I chose to do: Write a story/poem in five sentences, each sentence based on one of the prompts. The dystopian theme reflects a genre I don't currently write in. Although the task I chose didn't come with a word count limit, I challenged myself further by making this five-sentence flash fiction piece 200 words.
You can read all the entries by clicking here. Feel free to “like” my story on Rachael’s Linky List- I am #35.
THE ENDING AND THE PROLOGUE
Weeks after the nuclear thundershower of meteorites hit, Aiden and Evelyn cuddled beneath the remainder of the bridge, their backs against a column left standing, and they realized it wasn’t so bad having a gash on a leg and a torrent of muddy water rain down on one of their heads.
Thunder sounded in the black sky before signs came for the two sole survivors: lightning flashed, its design twisted like fluorescent wire so it looked like a star or cross, and then a seagull cawed three times, commanding new life.
“I can’t imagine children surviving here,” Aiden said, holding Evelyn’s smooth hand as he surveyed the barren landscape, its greenery and livestock and people all gone.
“This morning, I dreamt of a boy with your eyes playing on a bridge overlooking clean water,” Evelyn whispered in his ear.
Fortunately, the two came from good gene pools so though he was a mathlete, and she, a star gymnast, their kisses easily escalated into the release of tension they kept bottled up inside since the day the first meteorite, resembling a frosted pear, plummeted from the sky onto their biology teacher’s spoon, his limbs and body bursting into smithereens seconds later.