We stood on the sand and watched them go. ‘We’; the sick, the old, the crippled and the slow, surrounded by the debris they left behind; discarded bags, empty trolleys.
Some were still arriving at the bay, dragging injured legs behind; their expression turning to unspeakable desperation when they realized they were too late.
The boats sailed away and as we watched, nursing the hollow cavity in the depths of our stomachs where hope used to reside, the drones came and shot down the boats one by one.
And we watched.
Survival of the fittest. What was Darwin on about?
For Friday Fictionneers. I managed a rounded 100 this week. Unusual!
Interesting…we both wrote about those left behind. I loved your sci-fi twist on the prompt. Well done!
Here’s mine: http://mezzojan.wordpress.com/2013/10/17/meltdown/
Enjoyed this – nice twist at the end. You saw the carts in the same way as I did. ‘Stomachs were hope used to reside’ should read where. We all do it. 😉
AAHH!!! Sorry about that!!! Thanks 🙂
Quite the disaster story. Very bleak. I did, however, trip over “carrying injured legs behind.” Were they disembodied? How were they carried?
I like the story, too, but that line hit me as well. “Dragging injured legs” would give the correct picture, I think. Otherwise, it’s more like a zombie story. 🙂
Haha! 🙂 no, i experimented on a new turn of phrase there…i guess it didn’t work! no it’s just that they were limping.
It’s happening big time nowadays as the poor migrate to the first world. Too many bodies in the Med.
too many tragedies in too short a time… i fear switching on the news!
I didn’t notice the type-o, so no biggie. I love sci-fi! It seems leaving on the boats was not the best of worlds!