Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who provides us with a photo prompt. Each week’s challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo. Click here to play along or just read more stories.
I’m committed to posting this sequel instead of creating a wholly new story for this wholly holey stump. It’s probably a good thing since my mind isn’t wholly available at the moment. If you missed part one or you need a refresher since I missed last week, it’s available here: Friday Fictioneers: Part One: But A Door. If you don’t want to read part one, this will act as a stand-alone. I’ll try not to be offended or let you see my tears.
Dearly beloved, We are gathered here today to get through this thing called life. Electric word “life.” It means forever, and that’s a mighty long time. – Prince (Let’s Go Crazy)
Part Two: But A Window
I died today. It’s all right. I’m fine. I’m used to it.
Everybody dies. Food is scarce. Diseases run rampant. Death is no longer the panacea it once was. Crime is a plague. The air is unbreathable. Suicide rates are uncountable, not just for their frequency. Everybody dies. Everybody comes back.
Eternal life was once sought after. It was a blessing. Now, the blessing is a curse. Procreation has become our greatest sin, not because it increases the population as much as the cruelty of the act.
Scientists around the world are searching for a cure, a cure for life.