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 thing I remember afterwards were the stars. It was like seeing them for the first time and despite the chaos around me each night I would head to the block roof top to watch them.
Down below fires illuminated the darkness, gun shots and screams echoing through the night but up here the stars burned bright.
At the time I had no idea if we’d make it through winter, and many times I wanted to give up but somehow there was something in the stars that spoke to me, bringing hope that things would be okay.
I was wrong.