Title: Gritty Gray Hope
Source: Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: Write a story that shows true grit.
Word count: 99 words
Photo by Matt Hoffman on Unsplash
Walking the city streets, I choke on the summer heat as it boils the simmering stench. Gray skies descend, reflecting the hell rising all around me. Everything lays dead or dying, and the devils threaten to consume the little I have left. This is my creation.
Time killed the last honest man. There is no way to wash away the rain. My black hole life ensures I cannot move past this singularity.
A warm wind blows, prying the cold, damp dread from my heart. I grit my teeth, grasp a sliver of hope and dare to reinvent my future.
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
Jo Hawk 
Well… sounds like karma.
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You might be right. Thanks for reading and commenting Chelsea. ❤
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True grit.
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Ha. Objective achieved. Thanks you, Sadje.
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You’re welcome Jo.
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When words have taste, this was one of those times, so very inspiring to write a continuation to this dystopian landscape
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Not a very pleasant taste, but it’s not a pretty world. I don’t think I want to spend much time there. Glad you liked it, Gina.
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You set this with a dark mood and created shadows in your scene, a perfect place for gray grit.
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Charli, so happy you liked the story.
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