I see absolutely everything. The eye pulls me in, deeper and deeper. I see past actions and how they influenced the present ones. I see that the decisions made today determine the course of events for tomorrow. I see sorrow, pain, mutilation. I see the screams of both the damned and the innocent. It cannot be. It must not be!
Breathing heavily, I pull myself away from the hypnotic eye. Sweat trickles from my hairline into my eye. The saltiness of it stings, as does the task that lies ahead of me. I did not ask for this: to be the one who will “save the “day”. But do it I must or our world may not survive. I take a deep breath. The first thing I need to do is to find allies who are strong and true.
Who will the allies be?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2015
This story was inspired by Mondays Finish the Story. Each week bloggers are encouraged to write a story of 100-150 words based on a photo prompt and sentence starter)