Drabble: One Word

My response to the August prompt ‘stop’. Takes place after One Thought.

Genre: general, sad


~One Word~

It ended with one word.


He stared at the face that hadn’t changed in the past two decades, into the dark eyes he hadn’t seen since he froze her in time.

The stubborn part of him refused to let go of his mission until he found a formula to immortality that didn’t end up killing the subject in other ways.

The lonely part of him was tired of having no company other than his comatose neighbour and the string of subjects he collected, many now either insane or dead.

But his neighbour had told him to stop. And he had never been good at refusing her.

He put his makeshift weapon down, raised his hands in the air, and watched as strangers turned his sanctuary upside down.

All his efforts, destroyed in just moments. Did he do the right thing?

His gaze turned back to his neighbour, who returned his gaze with a weak smile.

He didn’t know.



Posted on August 18, 2016, in Short Stories and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

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