Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Rising Waters

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman

Genre: Realistic/semi-futuristic fiction

Word Count:  100 words

Rising Waters

©October 23rd, 2014

By Vijaya Sundaram

I like grey lakes, featureless skies, hint of human occupation … I mean, I am human … right?

We humans enjoy cutting down trees, cluttering the skyline, making messes … faking guilt about that, we put trash in bins, which we empty into landfills.

Approaching this bench, I think, living in this century can’t be all bad.  Sure, that little island there was once part of the mainland, but hey, time marches on.

I’m happy.  I owned the biggest oil company on earth.  We made out like bandits.  Now, we promote water power.

We own it all.

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Thanks, again, to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and for the photograph prompt!

Alas, today, inspiration eluded me, so this is my second attempt.


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Island

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman

Genre: I don’t know … existential non-crisis?

Word Count: 100 words

Island

©October 23, 2014

By Vijaya Sundaram

Shireen approached the bench slowly.  She’d been told to go there by someone in a dream which eluded her.  All she could recall was the urgency of the voice, its quiet authority.  It wasn’t a question of choice, she knew.

Loneliness was the thing Shireen understood beyond all else.  The voice had commanded her to face the void before her.

She faced the surging greyness, and let it wash over her.

Things took shape as she watched.  Something arose out of the waters.

She was alone no more.

And she was lonelier than ever.

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers.  I look forward to it every week!

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