Charloft: Thursday: After
Tonight, give us 100 words about what comes after. Interpret how you like.
82. Author's choice: After
used for 100 Drabbles of summer
In the beginning it was just me and him. No angels, no demons, no trove begging us to save them. But then we caused the plague, and then we were burdened with a duty to fix what out mere presence caused.
We were turned to warriors, to traitors, to mass murderers, and to saviours. We were just kids, lost looking for a way home, wanting out Mum to tuck us up in bed and put plasters on our cuts.
Ashton turned from a boy to a man before my eyes, a destiny thrown upon him. But I just became invisible.