This is my entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s picture prompt was provided by Marie Gail Stratford. The challenge is to write a story within 100 words.
He huddled in the corner of the room, cringing at the hate filled shouts, the banging, the shattering glass, that sounded from outside.
The strange sickness had spread through the town with devastating swiftness, whole families encased in crystal, friends and neighbours gone in minutes. The cause remained unknown.
Accusing stares had quickly settled on him. Loner and outsider, he was an easy target for their anger, their fear. Before long the mob had formed, baying for blood.
Soon they’d find him.
Jem clutched the crystal figurine carved long ago by his mother and prayed for salvation.
Outside, silence fell.
Word Count: 100
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