The cloaked figure stood absolutely still. She looked across the bleak, barren landscape. The last of autumn’s leaves were falling from the trees and winter’s cold grip would soon be upon her. She knew that she would not last the season.
The only signs of life were the blackbirds circling in front of the large white orb suspended in the mostly white sky. Was she the only land creature remaining? How could what had once been so beautiful and so hospitable have become so unwelcoming, so desolate?
She was hungry and tired. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate or slept. She was lonely and alone. She was unable to recall when she last saw or spoke to another survivor. She couldn’t face another day.
She removed her cloak, and laid it upon the hard soil beneath where she stood. Her frail, weakened body was barely able to hold her up anymore, so she carefully kneeled down, her knees on the cloak. She bowed her head, and said one last prayer, a prayer that she knew would go unheard by a god she was now sure never existed.
She laid herself flat on her back on her cloak, taking one last look at the sky that before the beginning of the end used to be blue. Then she closed her eyes and almost eagerly awaited the release that death would bring.
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “cloaked.” Sorry for the bleak theme. Image credit: mary1826 on Pixabay
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I liked your dramatic and sad story.
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Thanks. I wasn’t sure what to write for today’s one word prompt, so I went to Pixabay and searched using the word “cloaked,” and that was one of the images that showed up. It was that sad and impactful image that gave me my inspiration for the post.
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I love the picture. I just started writing my cloaked post. It will discuss the current state of invisibility technology. I had 6th graders today and some of them were very annoying. I called the office to have an administrator sent to my class to discipline two boys who would not stop talking and nobody came. The one boy got better after her heard that an administrator would be coming and the other boy kept acting up. I got tired of waiting and I told the trouble maker to get out. He asked me where he should go and I said get out now.
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Wow. You’re quite the hardass. Good for you!
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I try not to let things get to me, but there is no reason for a snot nosed 6th grader to talk back to me and if I don’t issue discipline then they will walk all over me. I am probably the most lenient substitute there is, as I usually let students do whatever they want, as long as they are quiet and behaving.
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