Hello. It’s time for another Friday Fictioneers entry. The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Follow the link to her blog for more information.
I have not written anything of any note for a little while now, and I had to force myself to sit and be creative today. The resulting piece is neither my best or my worst, but it is something, and that is all that counts.
Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Icarus
With practised softness, the figure alighted on the rooftop: a hydraulic hiss of retracting wings the only announcement of his arrival.
“Hello, Brother.”
The newcomer turned, a broad grin spreading behind his helmet’s visor.
“Still impossible to surprise, I see?”
The woman regarded him impassively.
“The world is quieter. A sound out of place is a sound noticed.”
“Will you ascend with me this time?”
“To Icarus?” She laughed. “No Brother, I will not. Some of us are content to remain in the shadow of Man’s Great City in the Clouds, if only to bear witness to its inevitable downfall.”
Word count: 100
Thomas Charles Henry 
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