The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide. It doesn’t have to be centre stage in the story, I have seen some where the placement is so subtle, the writer states where it is.
I was so close. I rimmed the top. I could see the freedom, right there, in my reach. I could feel the change in atmosphere in this place so few of us had reached.
Then I slithered down the slithery slope. consumed back into the murky depths. I was devastated, for myself and us, my kin. We were slowly evaporating from the combination of the design and material of our trap and the heat from the environment it sat within.
Soon there would be less of us, than in the droplets that attempted the jump to freedom. Eventually, there would be nothing but a smudge in the bottom. No liquid, no odor, no nothing to represent who we had been.
If our remnants were discovered then. What would they think we were? Or would they simply wash the trap and re-set it for the next victims?
(146 words – just the body of the story counted)