Skip to content

End of Days (Friday Fictioneers)

May 15, 2015

End of Days


This is a Friday Fictioneers Prompt


It had been so long since he’d returned it was like visiting another planet. Memories surrounded him but no longer held the power to affect him. The clenching in his chest was not associated with the voice in his head reminding him it was his fault and he brushed it off as he always did.

She’d sold it years ago, after his dad passed, after the accident. No one lived here now. It was nothing but dust and memories now.

The car behind him was shiny, red, like blood. He returned to it with a sigh. His blood gift.

© solothefirst. All Rights to the works and publications on this blog are owned and copyrighted by Solothefirst. The Owner of this site reserves all permissions for access and use of all documents on this site.


From → Prompt

  1. I like the build-up. The atmosphere isn’t sad, as one’d expect, but gets darker and darker, guilt and shame shining through until the revealing twist in the end. Great story.

  2. Your story captures the bleakness of the photo well. All dust and memories. And the red car as a blood gift is very dark, indeed. Well done.

  3. I like this glimpse into someone’s tragic past.

  4. Intrigued! Where would this go if you expanded on it?!? Great job!

  5. Dear Solo,

    Our pasts color our presents, don’t they? Nicely done.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: