Sue Vincent runs a wonderful writing prompt, #writephoto, each week, using her own photography as inspiration. Maybe it’s the snot monster talking, or maybe, once again, Sue has come up with a great image, but as soon as I saw this week’s photo I heard the first line of a story. And here it is:
‘So that’s the last of it then, is it?’
‘Well, yes.’ I shuffled sideways, as though I could hide the patch of green. ‘I’ve used all of it.’
Master Pinchface advanced on me, bony finger extended. ‘And you call this a Wasting then, do you?’
‘Um.’ I looked around. I mean, the place did look pretty much like a wasteland. Or at least the start of one. The grass dead and tumbled, the soil rising as dust to the sky. Except for that one patch. ‘Well…’ My voice cracked, and I felt myself flush.
‘Let me get this straight.’ The Master glared at me, eyes red under his hood. ‘You were given, at great expense by the Council, a bag of Wasting dust. And your job, your only job, was to render this,’ he grimaced, waving his arm, ‘place,’ he spat the word, ‘a wasteland. Am I correct?’
I nodded. My mouth twisted and I shuffled a little further away. It hadn’t been my fault, really it hadn’t…
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