Friday Fictioneers: Life

Friday Fictioneers, week of Friday, September 17, 2021

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"It's alive?" I whisper to her, doubting what she saw. Ever since The End, living creatures are few and far between.

"Yes! Can't you see it? Get closer..."

I paddle softly toward the barren shore, toward land we avoid, land touched by death.

“Not too close! It will fly away."

I shake my head at her.

"Land animals are a thing of the past." I say, still doubting her.

"It's not an animal of the land, but of the air! God's creation still lives!"

I creep ever forward, out of the deep. I scan the shore. I see it. Life.

Photo prompt by Krista Strutz