Every Thursday at noon GMT, I publish one of my photos as a writing prompt. If you know where the photo was taken, please keep it to yourself until the challenge is closed and I usually share something about the place during the round-up.
Use the image and title provided as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT) on Wednesday each week, and link back to the promt post with a pingback to be included in the round-up. There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly and not passionately political.
All posts will be featured in the round-up on Thursday.
The Sun Shines Through
By Teresa Smeigh 2019
Sunset was still an hour or so away, but the sun was falling behind the trees and darkness was descending over the woods. Scott had been wandering listlessly around the woods all afternoon. He wasn’t feeling well and shouldn’t have been drinking while hiking. He had gotten off the beaten path and had no idea where he was.
He hadn’t started this hike out on his own. His girlfriend had been with him and she was tired of his constant drinking. His backpack must have been full of beer although by the 2nd one it was surely warm. He didn’t care. Susie was royally angry at him for drinking at all, so she had simply left him alone and went off somewhere else. He briefly wondered if she was as lost as he was, but probably not since she wasn’t drinking and was clear-headed.
He came upon a spot in the woods where the setting sun was shining through the trees and you could see it was a grassy area, which is unusual in such a wooded area. He headed towards the grass and took a seat against one of the trees. He needed to rest and think about how to get out of this mess. He didn’t want to spend the night out here. It gets cold at night. He didn’t want to think about the wild animals that might be out there.
Watching the sun as it was dropping lower towards setting for the night, Scott wished he had some food. He had packed all that beer, but only a few nutrition bars, one of which Susie had eaten earlier and one that he had eaten around mid-afternoon. There was no more food in his pack. He reached for another beer. He wanted to drown his sorrows. His hands came across the knife he had packed just in case he needed it. He took it out as night was fast approaching.
Jerking awake at a sound, he saw a wolf standing in front of him. He reached for the knife and lunged at it plunging the knife into its chest. It shrieked and fell. Scott thought that was a weird sound for a wolf. He shook his head and tried to clear it.
There was a little bit of light left from the setting sun and with horror he realized it was Susie he had stabbed in the chest and she was lying still, blood pouring out of her. Her last words were, “Scott, how could you?”
“Susie? Oh no, talk to me.”
Scott in his sorrow and drunkenness took the knife and stabbed himself in the neck. As the blood spurted out, mixing with Susie’s, he fell over onto her body and laid still. The sun set finally.
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian