A Slow Poison

Posted: April 27, 2017 by J.A. Prentice in Flash Fiction
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The dying fish, schools of silver corpses washing up on the riverbank, were the first sign.

Shades of grey rippled through the forest: trees discarding their leaves, branches withering, butterflies and flowers lying in heaps upon dry soil, and pale ash everywhere – in the choking air, piling on the ground, nestling upon leafless branches.

The Dark Tower stood over it all like a poisoned dagger plunged into the earth, spreading its venom in all directions, relentless in its onslaught.


This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Clay Knight for providing the prompt photo!

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