My crack at a 75 word piece on the picture of that rock up there for Friday Fictioneers
Before you I watched and I waited. Before trees and ice and flame I was alone and the world was silent and time passed without record.
I watched you crawl into existence with so much promise, and I witnessed fleetingly your true light and the beauty within.
But having everything was never enough for you, and you were consumed by your desires and the darkness that lurks in your hearts.
I do not miss you.
75 words! Boom!
Photo courtest of , c.e. ayr