The shortest, quickest and weirdest story ever.
That’s the only thing that Priyanka’s father told her just before he died. She still remembers his words, “Darling, the global warming apocalypse is here. With a vendetta to kill. Run when you see others running. Don’t stop. “
Seeing Modiji talk about climate change and crores of people marching on streets all these months to get on the Saviour Ship (SS), her heart thudded inside her chest. Already ready, she banged the door open. And what stood ahead was preposterous. People were getting on the last SS ever to leave the Earth, with announcements blaring everywhere. She burst forth, struggling to survive, running out of breath. Masses of people like moths to a flame swarmed near the SS. She ran and ran and finally saw the door. It was there just like her father had told her.
With her father’s face in front of her eyes, she jumped.
I was given this challenge by a friend to write the shortest story for my blog within a time limit of 10 minutes and 150 words. Ironically for me, this was the hardest thing I have ever done. Not using enough words is the most conflicting thing for any writer, but boy wasn’t it fun. :’)