This week’s photo prompt from Madison Wood’s Friday Fictioneers came courtesy of Maggie Duncan. I found this one quite hard, I wanted to do ‘funny’ after last week’s ‘heavy’ but I wasn’t convinced about the funny one. So I’ve added it at the bottom, after the one I finally decided to submit.
The Way We Were
“Do you remember coming up here on our wedding day?”
She pressed his hand against her cheek.
“How could I forget?”
“So much has changed … we had the best of it, I’m afraid.”
“It’s the children I feel sorry for, and their kids.”
They were silent, watching the mist rolling over the village.
“We’d better go back, time’s running out.”
He helped her to her feet, and as she slipped her mask on, he adjusted the oxygen pack on her frail shoulders, before donning his own respirator.
Together, their protective clothing rustling in the silence, they made their way back down to the village.
The mist clung to the hollows ahead, shifting lazily.
She stopped in dismay.
“I’m not walking through that.”
“If we’re to reach safety, my love, we must.”
“You go then. Bring help.”
Then after one last embrace he covered his nose and mouth with a scarf, and plunged forward disappearing quickly from sight.
Within seconds she heard a heart-rending scream followed by the victorious keening of the Nurikabi.
“Bummer,” she muttered, tying her own scarf round her lower face before hurrying into the mist.
‘It loves humans,’ the wise man had said, ‘but it can’t manage two of them.’