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Friday Fictioneers: Just Bones

Ok, lets try and get back into this, my time in this small corner of the internet with Rochelle and her pals has been scant these last few months; Mum moving house, holiday, Daughter graduation and me being literally inherently lazy. So let’s see what this atmospheric photo by the wonderful Dale Rogerson conjures up in my Grey Matter. Without further ado.

On My Marks…

Get Set…

GO!!!

The Solar fairy lights occasionally flickered but remained charged until dawn perpetually.

Seductive detritus; spent candles cocooning mosquitos in Alabaster Amber, the brandy bowl housing a crusted glut of Culicidae cadavers.

The horizon vista in stasis, day or night, light or dark, only the wind troubling the curtains permuted the perspective.

This was the last view of the last few; a masquerade at the margins of the carnage, the termination of Civilisation.

For those who survived and stumbled upon this wretched orgy, all that remained were the dusty bones and ragged silks pecked clean and threadbare by the Corvids.

There we are; 100 words on the impending apocalypse and the way things are going at this time in history.

ENJOY!!!

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