For this week’s Flash Fiction prompt, Charli asks us this:
‘In 99 words (no more, no less) write about the day the earth turned brown. How did it happen? What else might be going on? It can be dramatic or even humorous. It can be the greater globe or a localized occurrence. It can be an aftermath or a revival. Follow where the prompt leads you.’
The Man With No Name sat motionless on horseback, his eyes squinting into the scorched, brown skyline as his horse pawed at the parched earth.
“I need fresh air,” gasped Ken. “I’m sick.”
Muriel smirked, as she followed him up to the deck. “I’ll join you, this film’s boring anyway.”
“I know what you’ve done Muriel,” yelled Ken, as he lurched towards her.
A packet of rat poison fell out of her pocket. “You idiot!” screamed Muriel as a gust of wind sent them both overboard.
Gun fire rang out from inside the boat as a vulture swirled overhead.