Flash Friday Fiction

Marymoor in the MistPicture courtesy of Erin Leary

An eerie morning mist whiting out the sun over the Sammamish slough in late November.  This is one of my favorite haunts in our area, I can frequently be found here, walking my dog, reveling in the natural beauty that surrounds us.  For more information, see my past posts here and here.

For the view looking the opposite direction that same moment, see below.  So much changes with a simple 180 degree turn…

Word count: 100

White Out

I could barely move in the cumbersome suit.

“Remember – don’t loosen the clasps even one inch.   The damage can’t be undone.”

For those like me of an age, this life was harder.  Too many memories of being free, the sun on our shoulders.  We remembered.

“Got it, mate.  No worries.”

Humans are good at adapting.  We adopted the new ways; we survived.  Life went on, technology protecting us from ourselves.

Moving down the path, I looked back one last time, catching sight of the burning white sun.  Feeling the air on my skin was worth it.  I missed the old days.

© Erin Leary

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Thanksgiving morning

53 thoughts on “Flash Friday Fiction

  1. What a dreary world it would be if one had to wear suits to protect oneself-like the protagonist here,I too would risk feeling the air /Sunlight once more and die than live such a life!Very well written:-)And thank you for sharing the cool photo Erin

  2. I’m thinking here that we’ve made a bit of a mess of our poor planet. I like your point that life is harder for those who remember something better, while the young have never known anything else.
    Great photo!

  3. Wonderful photo, Erin. So atmospheric! They used mine last week, and it was so fun seeing all the stories that come from your vision, yes? I found your image highly evocative and had a few stories come to mind. It was very tempting to a do a futuristic, apocalyptic story… it brings that to mind. But, I knew others would do it better, and here you are! 😉 Nice job on both counts!

    • Thanks, Joanna – I agree, according to the news this morning, the next 15 years are crucial. I plan to be very intentional and do my part to prevent of future like this one.

    • The photo was taken Thanksgiving morning and it was a sunny day, just still early enough for the mist to be heavy. I still had to lean on the doom and gloom it evoked. Maybe next week I’ll aim for a laugh.

  4. Dear Erin,

    First, thank you for the use of your lovely photo. As you can see it has evoked a myriad of stories. One of our most participated in weeks. (Was that a clumsy sentence or what?)

    You’ve artfully told an entire story, past, present and bleak future, in 100 words. Applause!



    • Dear Rochelle,

      I have such new-found respect for you! I read all 101 entires this week to see what people did with the prompt and it was exhausting! I know how hard you work to comment on evryone’s piece- and how much your words matter to them. I appreciate the time it takes to get through everything.

      Thank you for making this possible!


  5. i hope i don’t live to see that day. you’ve painted a very frightening yet intriguing, well-realized world. thank you so much for the photo, it’s such a great picture 🙂

  6. What a stark reality and scary because it is so realistically written. Great story and wonderful photo for the prompt. It’s inspired so many different stories from what I’ve been able to read so far!

  7. Ah, the old PPE (personal protective equipment). I’m always a little grumpy about wearing mine.
    When I read the first line, I thought it was a straight jacket for a moment. – HA! That would keep me from writing about constipation 🙂

  8. Well, Erin, you photo sure spawned a lot of ‘not so good future for us’ stories… I liked yours and the way she/he went out. Thanks for the 180 photo… fun to see and quite beautiful.

    Sammash… Photo at top of page… Hmmmmm… seems so familiar… Why I do believe that’s Mt. Baker!

  9. Hi Erin,
    Nice photo. Thanks for that. Always interesting to see what the photographer writes about her own photo. I think it’s harder when it’s your photo because you have more context than the rest of us who are writing without preconceptions. A grim dystopian story, but I’m afraid it could be an accurate portrayal of where we are going. Ron

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