Premonition

Poppies, Field, Meadow, Wheat Field, Field Of Poppies

“Something’s not quite right here,” Bryn said taking a quick look around.

“What do you mean?” Konn asked.

“This field. Where has the grain come from?” Bryn asked.

“I see what you mean,” his companion said, loosening the strap on his sword.

The two had been wandering for weeks through desolate landscapes. The invasion had occurred in the early spring and most of the fields were still unplanted. But even that was last year. How could they have not noticed fresh crops before they found themselves in the middle of the field? How could they have been so oblivious to the signs that there was life to be found somewhere nearby?

“We need to act calmly and angle towards that treeline to the left,” Bryn instructed.

“I’m with you,” Konn replied. Slowly they altered their course and the only real indication that they had changed direction was the trampled stalks they left in their wake.

As they were about twenty yards from the trees a hail of arrows began to fall from the direction they had originally been heading. The pair then made a sprint to the trees, and braced themselves for defence.

“I wonder who is shooting at us,” Konn said.

“Let’s not wait about to find out,” his companion said.

“Agreed,” Konn said.

Once it was plain that there would be no attack they set out again in a way to distance them from the grain field.

“Well, they weren’t Goblins. The arrows are wrong for that,” Bryn observed.

“And they don’t eat bread either,” Konn rejoined.

“Let’s leave the loaves to whoever planted the field.”

“I think that’s wise, but we are going to need find other people eventually.”

“Let’s just hope for a better welcome next time.”


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FOWC with Fandango — Oblivious

The Ascent

Photo by Luca Nardone on Pexels.com

It started with a series of tremors. Then, on March 15th 2023 the ground vented massive clouds of CO2. Around the globe carbon dioxide monitors wailed.

There wasn’t much to be done, but where possible evacuations to higher ground took place. While only a relative handful could be saved, the Geological Survey team did what they could. With a mere seven hundred rescued at their station, Walford and Hughes of the High Menton Team, despondently made their ascent into an uncertain future.


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Photo Challenge #357

Of Hope Deprived

PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell

The invaders had intercepted and decoded the last desperate communications of the defenders.  It had said, “Communications Compromised!  Refugees use protocols to Safe Zone.”  One such “protocol” was a spray-painted sign at an obscure crossroads.  It read “Gone North.”  On discovering this, Lieutenant Role of the occupying force posted a lookout near the place to see if it was in fact one of the defenders’ instructions.  Within an hour the observer reported a band of about fifty refugees and handful of soldiers approaching the sign and then turning West.  Role ordered the word “North” removed to symbolise the Resistance’s future.


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Friday Fictioneers

After

Man in Brown Jacket Wearing Black Gas Mask and Black Helmet
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They weren’t zombies, or even mutants. It was nothing that Hollywood ever tried to scare you with. They were human. Plumbers, accountants, housewives, and teachers – they were the survivors. Ordinary people with nothing to lose and nowhere else to get what they needed. Desperation led to desperate acts.

The apocalypse wasn’t even a natural disaster, global warming, or even the pandemic. Well not directly anyway. But the looting, and random assaults began nonetheless. Soon curfews were imposed, but they failed. In the end law and order disappeared.

2021 had started with promise, but then the second great toilet paper shortage took hold. The rest is history.


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Darklands

CCC #106

“Here’s the boundary to the Darklands,” Dillion said matter of factly. “You are on your own past this point.”

“Those blocks don’t seem like they would stop much,” McCann observed. “Why aren’t there any fences, or guard posts?”

“Well first of all the D’landers love to steal the wire, and we don’t want to put anything in place that might draw them nearer. The second thing is that the guards are three clicks back at the stone rampart we passed.

“Is there anyway else to get to the coast?”

“Sure there is. You can fly like everybody else.”


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CCC #106

Fleeing the Coming Invasion

Electric Fence, Wire, Barbed, Security, Barrier, Power
Pixabay

First it was those Lincolnite Republican Carpetbaggers and Scalawags; but now there was going to be a new invasion of Democratic Fannypackers and Leftists.

How could Dixie survive a second wave of ideological upheaval?

Well for Rick Lee Thomas there was only one answer. He was going to ignore the border wall and head into Mexico. Yes, Mexico would be a start, but maybe if the South was going to rise again it would need to really be the South. In fact, Argentina sounded promising.

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FOWC with Fandango — Scalawag

Would such a fictional individual be considered an political exile or a refugee?   Or is this the next step in manifest destiny?  There is no political malice in this post, just I find some of the rhetoric disturbing and wonder what will be the social results.