In response to Mondays Finish the Story weekly prompt.

MFtS 5

I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured. I’m alive. What day is it? Was it an hour? A day? A week ago since the Mohingans waged a war against the Gayogohono tribe?

Numb and exhausted, I begged like the Earth— parched with thirst— would plead for rain as I looked up the cloudless sky stretching to the horizon. Ironically, the day turned bright and sunny as opposed to the crimson sight of lifeless and mangled tribesmen of Gayogohono.

Perched on a fence post, the vulture looked down on me, waiting for my tumultuous end. Hundreds of these scavenging birds of prey are circling and feasting on poor carcasses but this one remained staring at me with its menacing eyes.

“Is it my time?” I asked blankly.

Amidst the mortal wreckage of civilization, under the excruciating heat of the sun, a voiced echoed from a distance. It was soft but loud enough to raise my hopes.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then,” I murmured. “Sorry pal, not your lucky day. “

And the vulture flew away.

Word Count:  169


Mondays Finish the Story is a unique flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara Beacham where they provide you with a new photo each week and the first sentence of a story. The challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. This challenge runs from Monday to Sunday! Get creative and have fun finishing the story!

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