This week we were given this picture to work with:
The division of land in the background brought to mind the Schism War I had touched on in my 8/1/14 Flash! Friday entry. If you like, you can find that story here: 8/1/14 Flash! Friday. I will archive that story on this blog at a later date. I decided to revisit that world. The story is actually set the day before the one I wrote in August.
This is the flash story I wrote:
The Northern Border
Sara was sleeping uncomfortably on the dusty floor of the house. She could not use the house’s pillows, as they might trigger her allergies. We had run out of antibiotics months ago, so I could not risk the young girl getting bronchitis again.
The abandoned house offered no antibiotics. The essentials had gone with it’s original residents when they split. Presumably, they had fled across the river.
What they had left, was a cheap bottle of chardonnay and the contents of their wine glass cupboard. A water-spotted glass in one hand and the bottle in the other, I stepped onto the house’s back porch.
The river stretched out parallel to the horizon. I could see the brown brush of the opposite riverbank. For now, that was freedom, but it may not be for long. We had to get across tomorrow and get as far into the north territory as we could before the Schism War redrew the borders once again.
