Passivity

This was taking not giving a shit to a new level

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write, as part of a group, a flash fiction based on the same short prompt and post the story. Here’s my contribution.

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I cussed at the others for slacking. There was too much horizon for a single pair of eyes. I’d almost missed the smudges over the mountain and rains weren’t due for weeks.

The wriggling shapes sharpened as they neared. Dragons.

Turning, I raced down the tower stairs, racing for the village. “Dragons,” I screamed. There was no response.

I skidded to a halt in the full square repeating my warning. Still nothing. Had I gone mute?

No. One girl looked at me fearfully, her mother’s hand clamped on her, keeping her still. What was wrong with everyone to not care?

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