
Genre: Dystopian
Word Count: 100
THE SCOURGE
After the floods and gales, pestilence descended, and you had to pretend you were ill or get eaten. It began with the homeless and the already forgotten, those without symptoms and too aimless to feign the tell-tale cough.
Not so Vince, with his filched pot of pepper and his begging tin filled with dried butter beans from the dumpster. I remember his contagion act all too well. The raw eyes and the pepper sneeze. The butter bean chest rattle.
I never let on. Being a vegetarian with allergic rhinitis, why would I? We were the last two survivors, the obsolete.
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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo Prompt: image copyright (c) Roger Bultot
It will all come down to this…perhaps!
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Nothing is impossible. Best to think of the worst that can happen and then end up pleasantly surprised, rather than the other way round!
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There’s much better eating on your average plutocrat
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Eating that dyspeptic mob, you’d die of blocked arteries!
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ooh! excellent take of this situation!!!!!
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Thank you, Cybele. I knew you’d appreciate it !!!
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Yikes! You paint a dire picture for the future, Sarah. 😱
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Hopefully a warning rather than a prediction, Sylvia. There’s a strange mood of paranoia in the air, just now, and I’m sure it’s not just me 😉 😉
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No, isn’t just you, Sarah. I put it down to the politics of the day.
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Spin, rhetoric. manipulation, incompetence, and lies are the words I most closely associate with politics D:
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Absolutely. Alternative facts 😦
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Dear Sarah
I have to admit that when I saw your story in my feed, I jumped to the end of the squares. 😀 I’m delighted to see you here. Such a dark story. Leave us hope it never comes to this. Well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
I even managed to surprise myself by finally coming up with a story after such a long blank re inspiration. Having seen this week’s prompt, I went into the garden, sat in the sun with a nice cup of tea, and “ping” suddenly the first two sentences of my story came to me. Ironical that the sun should trigger such a dark story.
Yes, I’m hoping it never comes true, but looking at people’s behaviour in the UK (thanks to the media), there are some worrying things happening, such as people stealing facemasks and sanitiser from the hospitals, the supermarket shelves are three-quarters empty — anybody would think the zombie apocalypse was around the corner!
All best wishes,
Sarah
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Dear Sarah,
I’m a bit irritated by the panic that’s gone global. Are we only now realizing we need to wash our hands? SMH.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS hope you’ll swing by my little rerun story. 😉
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Dear Rochell,
I did post a comment on your rerun story. Where has my comment disappeared to?
My PC is about to update itself now, so I will search for my comment tomorrow, or re-comment.
All best wishes,
Sarah
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PS sorry my finger slipped and I did a typo of your name D:
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I liked this; the end of the world at last – now I can stop waiting.
This reminded me of the Cannibal Tribe on a Pacific Island. “Send us your refugees.”
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Well, there you are. We can live for the moment and stop worrying about the mass extinction of toilet rolls, or trees 😉
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I thought this very imaginative and expertly told. Great take on the prompt
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Thank you, Michael, for your enthusiastic feedback on my story. Greatly appreciated 🙂
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Nice to see some of your recent work, Sarah! Hope things are holding steady in your part of the world. We are all on pins and needles, so to speak, out here in Southern California!
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Hi Carla. I’ve not written anything new for months but felt that the latest Friday Fictioneer’s picture prompt couldn’t be ignored as it seemed so relevant. Things are sort of steady in my part of England. My district hasn’t yet got any reported cases of the dreaded virus, nor been hit by any of the terrible floods that have happened in other parts of my country. I think all we can do is count each relatively trouble-free day as a blessing and enjoy the reprieve while it lasts.
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It’s a nice time to stay home and write. Lots of rain in our area of Southern California, and the virus has everyone in a panic, so the grocery shelves are empty when it comes to bottled water and toilet paper! I think things will calm down in another few weeks.
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Same here in the UK. Not a toilet roll in sight! I’m not sure about bottled water. I’ve not looked for any. Our tapwater is good where I live, and bottled water gives me reflux as it’s too acidic.
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What a chilling story… maybe it’s preferable not to be last when the world has come to this.
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Same here. I wouldn’t want to be last. Best to get the dying over with.
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Woot! There you are! I, for one, am not so sure I’d want to be one of the last two…
Love your take.
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Yes, Dale, after all this time, I finally got my act in order to contribute to FF once again.
I agree. I certainly wouldn’t want to be one of the last two.
Am glad you loved my take.
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Woot!!
I did.
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Pestilence creates fear, now I am off to stock up on the butter beans
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Too right, Mike. Butter beans it is. Then you can contribute a bit extra to methane levels 😉
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