I sit in this chair and ponder the nothingness as it consumes the land that surrounds me.
I sit in this chair and as my earthy energies wane the emptiness compounds on me.
That a world so full of life could be dissolved into nothing but a crust astounds me.
Why before now hasn’t a hero come and found me.
Maybe I am supposed to be the hero and fight the nothingness from within. This thought it empowers me.
I sit in this slowly dissolving chair and read a book from the library of fight and suddenly the nothingness clears.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image.
This week’s PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
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