As I was always told it would, my life danced before my eyes. Christmas and colorful lights, marriage, children, birthdays, weddings, and grandbabies.
We all huddled on the couch together, waiting for the time to arrive. They promised to transport us at the moment of impact. A flash of light burst through the window. The brilliance hurt my eyes. It was done. That world was gone.
We stand along the bank of a crystal clear river. Grasslands sway in the crisp clean air. Birds soar in the dazzling blue sky. Bountiful forests invite us.
This time, we will be better.
Last week and this, the AQI (pollution) index here in Hong Kong was on and off in the red and by Saturday it will be in the purple. That’s dreadfully bad. I write this story with itchy eyes and a scratchy throat, hoping for clear skies and fresh air.
Each week, I enjoy the challenge to write a story using only 100 words inspired by the photo prompt. This week the photo was contributed by Priya Bajpal. “Friday Fictioneers” is hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. It’s a lot of fun to join this fantastic and encouraging group of writers! If you would like to read other stories, click here.