It’s that time of the week again, when a diverse group of writers come together to take on the challenge that is Madison Woods’s ‘Friday Fictioneers’. The idea is to write a piece of flash fiction (in this case, a piece of approximately 100 words) prompted/inspired by the following image:
Madison’s site hosts the original image along with her story. Other authors’ stories will be linked in the comments section there. Here’s the link to follow:
Below you can find my entry for this week. I hope you have fun reading and, as before, any comments and feedback are always appreciated.
We found the corpsicle on the dark side of Corinthian IV. The frozen xenoform was little more than scattered bones suspended within a strangely isolated block of clouded ice. That it was set beneath an imposing monolith which thrummed with leaden menace did little to dissuade the scientists’ decision to resurrect the beast.
Now, as I navigate shifting deathly sands and blink away the cerulean glare of an alien sun I feel the gun in my hands as a heavy, futile thing. An ancient terror stalks me, possessed of both unfathomable intelligence and boundless savagery. In my final moments I wonder: if my scattered remains are discovered in some distant age, will I be brought back?