Another entry for Flash! Friday that I enjoyed writing. I'm pretty proud of some of the language, as well as the twist at the end. (OK, enough self-horn-blowing.)
We had to work off of this pic.
and include thunder.
Here is "The Farm."
The
clap of thunder sent them scrambling for safety. Up, down they
hurried, scurried, traversing the steps carved into the unforgiving
rock face.
Fear
creased their weary eyes as they huddled in the remote recesses of
the caves. The parents hugged their children, hushed them, reassured
them that everything would be fine.
But
would it? Had they made the gods angry? Would the earthquakes return?
Nights,
after the children had gone to sleep, the parents would gather and
talk quietly.
Of
escape.
Of
freedom.
Of
a life beyond.
They
never spoke these words in front of the children. False hope is
cruelty.
On
the other side of the glass, Worker 1421 clicked his mandibles
excitedly.
"They
are so cool!" he said to his fellow drone. "I'm going to
ask the Queen for a People Farm for my hatchday."
"They
are fun to watch. And so industrious. Still, I think I'll shake it up
and make them start all over again."
Feel free to comment on "The Farm."
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