Friday’s prompt is a good way to start a writing marathon this weekend. Go for it. Thanks #Laurie Bell.
Standing back, I watch the Gatherers bow their heads. Tears streak the faces of some, others are stony: Unmoving, silent and empty. There are not as many as I’d hoped, but perhaps more than I deserve.
All are strangers. No one speaks or shares tales of my existence. Their loneliness is a pitiful beast, whimpering and crawling over the ground.
I should never have come. Curiosity – it’s a fool’s desire.
Rubbing my fingers over the time disc I wish to go back. The tingles begin. I can not undo knowledge but perhaps I can change my ways and undo destiny.
This is a Friday Fictioneers Prompt
word count : 100
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