Wayback Wednesday Photo Writing Prompt
Write a story, write a drabble, write a poem, write anything. If this inspires you drop me a link to your post in the comments, or send it to me on Twitter.
A young child wandered up to me. It was soaked in blood. Blood I had spilled with a smile on my face. The babe held its tiny hand out, its eyes searching for tenderness. I remained still, like the stone I had been for centuries, hoping it would pass me by. Behind it on the street its mother lay disembodied, her arms torn from the sockets and her stomach ripped in half. Hadn’t the babe seen me kill its parents?
The child wobbled on its feet over body parts toward my tail. Its small hand gripped tightly as it made its way up to my waist. The centuries of being frozen seemed to melt away under the babe’s warm fingertips. The child’s eyes peered up at me, soft and round. There was no hatred of those that had entombed me, only love.
Something inside me clicked. The rage subsided. Could this child drown out the years of frozen torment? I pushed my clumped and matted hair off my shoulders. Sweat and blood dripped down my chest. The child touched the skin on my belly and without hesitation I reached down and picked it up. Coo’s and ahh’s babbled from its round mouth.
The town was quiet and still, no sound ushered forth from anything. I had killed them all. The carnage brought a dull ache in my chest. Closing my eyes I listened to waves breaking on the shore in the distance. A sound so familiar, so primal, it lulled me to it. With the child in my arms I slithered back down the street leaving a trail of red streaks. The babe pointed to the blue sea and laughed.
I squeezed its warm body to me and let my finger trail underneath its cherubic chin. You are now one of us.
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