The world dimmed until there was nothing left to clearly see. A brighter world. That’s what they promised. But, there would be a cost. There was always a cost.
In anticipation of the day, Keitha perched on her favorite chair inside the comfortable dark. Without warning, a burst of light exploded through her window. The dark ran for the corners of the room.
They had arrived!
She jumped from the chair and allowed the bright to wash over her. Squinting to see beyond the glare, she froze. A shiver ran down her spine. Keitha begged for the dark to return.
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo this week was provided by Rowena Curtin.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit here.