PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young
Many seasons passed. New generations ruled. Vaguely he remembered the present generation when they were still being nursed by their mothers. During that time, he had possessed many from the living – without thought and without mercy. It had been an eternity he thought.
No! Another voice with in him objected. Eternity is something very different – it is not a vast stretch of time and space. It is a confined space, dark and gloomy – like an attic and often full of giant roaches.
A frail voice urged him to walk out of the attic.
Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.