The glowing light in the sky was spreading. It looked beautiful. Awe-inspiring. Heart-stopping. Yet as the light grew overhead, my fear slowly instilled itself. “What is it?” Maddy whispered. I could not tell her, but I could try to protect her. Gently I moved her away from the gathering crowds, instinctively moving towards the outskirts of the city. I did not trust the light, nor the hypnotic sound emitting from it. Days later, after Maddy had left me, I knew my intuition had been right. Now I longed for beauty and the chance to walk openly under a blue sky.
What events do you think were caused by the light?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2017
(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt. This week’s photo was taken by Dale Robertson.)