io9's Concept Art Writing Prompt |
While my writing is going well, none of my longer pieces are submission ready, and the clock is ticking on January. So, to keep my Write 1 Sub 1 promise here is a flash piece I whipped up and posted to io9's Concept Art Writing Prompt.
Godzilla King of the Monsters
I almost didn't recognize the old neighborhood when I came
across it, stopping mid-stride and stepping back to avoid obliterating the neat,
working-class houses, crushing something else instead. I crouched over the
rooftops, the buildings snuged together on the street in what looked now like
a pathetic show of solidarity. And there it was, my fiancée's house. My
ex-fiancée. Fled from me, and wisely so.
I remember the first time we stepped out together. A picnic.
She, a proper young lady in a cotton blouse, slacks and a belt cinched around
her impossibly slender waist. Giving me her elbow, she smiled defiance at her
disapproving father as her brother snapped a picture of us. Me with the pink
parasol she insisted I carry. She knew how my skin burned even on a cloudy day.
It burns now as I rein death and destruction down upon
Tokyo. I stand up, carefully step over her house, and put the days before the
radiation out of my mind. I turn to the ocean to cool my skin. It's the sensible
thing to do; it's what she would have suggested.