A few entries back I asked for prompts to write about. Eddy suggested something to do with the woods at night (I forget the actual phrasing and laziness prevents me from checking). Anyway, here is the beginning (or all of it, depending on whether there's an actual plot here to be explored, I can't see one, if you can, let me know and I'll get back to work) of a short story I wrote for it. If I can make it longer that would be awesome, but I like it as it is.
The
night after I died, I went to the woods where the bomb fell so many years ago. The
moon shone down, illuminating the bottom of the crater and the abandoned
freezer that inexplicably had found a home there. The trees outlined
everything, silhouettes almost human in the darkness. Somewhere a fox was
yelping, a desperate shriek into the abyss, a call for companionship. And I was
alone, too.
