These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. They are, this month at least, just 101 words only. They dont always finish, I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or scene. I also decided to combine this with M’s prompts. Today it was ‘Filaments of Frustration’. I am going to try tell a short tale in 3 one hundred and one word pieces. Why? Why not.
The first we knew was when the lights went out. We thought it was just a power cut but it wasn’t. They never came back on, but it wasn’t just the lights, everything stopped.
In the blink of an eye we were thrown back in time nearly two hundred years, and people being people things got bad real fast. Cities had it worse, people turned on each other and millions starved that first winter.
Dad said we were the lucky ones, that living on the farms we were better prepared, but even out here things were pretty bad that first winter.