Here’s the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:
The scent of Big Macs and fries drew them, although only he was sentient. The years of training at the monastery having paid off, so to speak.
A moth, really? He flapped his brown wings, and guessed it could be worse. He could have come back as a germ or an amoeba. At least he’d been prepared. She however, not so much. Did she see this as heaven or hell? Or was she just a moth, drawn to the light of the window, totally unaware of having been more?
He remembered the suicide vest, trigger in her hand. Speaking about her god before sending them both into the great beyond.
Suddenly a bird swooped in, grabbing her in its beak before flying off.
Karma’s a bitch.