#Three Line Tales: The End

For Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt.

photo by Alex Iby via Unsplash

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The sand was ash, the water black, the air thick with oily soot, and no sun shone to light the waves’ dark path.

No breath of life warmed the chill, no sound broke into the sickly rhythm of the waves’ slap upon the shore.

The only smell was the all-pervading stench of corruption, the only splash of colour, the blood red robes of the creator, manipulator, annihilator, terminator.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

18 thoughts on “#Three Line Tales: The End”

  1. Ooh, I like this! Such lovely, dark description of the scene – and the sinister motives behind the perpetrator? We can only guess at. Lovely writing Jane

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