This Terrible Thing Called Hope – #ShortStory #FlashFiction

Enter another world with Carol’s stark and poignant take on the prompt. Enjoy!

Writing and Works

‘There be giants in these parts,’ Gavin muttered, hiking the pack higher onto his shoulder as they trudged through the snow drifts at the bottom of the monument. In front of him Eddie huffed, his breath turning to ice and smoke. As the sun sunk towards the frozen horizon the temperature would continue to fall, and in the fading light Gavin had to squint to see the humped silhouettes of the outpost. There would be traders there they hoped. A chance to refill their supplies before moving deeper into the wastelands.

‘You believe all that, really?’ asked Eddie. ‘Damn Gav, you’re worse than those priests back at the temple, always trying to tell us that we’re only here by the mercy of the gods.’ He scratched his chin and tipped his head back. They were right beneath the right hand of the statue, the lines of its palm a shadowy…

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2 thoughts on “This Terrible Thing Called Hope – #ShortStory #FlashFiction

  1. There are so many creative takes on this picture. Inspiring.

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