Thursday, March 28, 2013

Serendipity Springs Eternal

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He trudged through the broken detritus of the world, eyes scanning the ashen wasteland warily. He hadn’t found anything he deemed safe to eat in the last day and his canteens were both drained. If he wasn’t able to find the essentials today, he’d be lucky to last another day. Lucky…lucky…what the hell kind of meaning did that word even have any more? 

In a world scorched bare, decimated by weapons of unparalleled malevolency, luck was an ephemeral concept at best. The lessons of the past went unheeded as the specter of war descended upon Mankind to scour away any vestiges of refinement, of civilization, of civility. In its relentless wake, so little remained. Hope, faith, love were all burned to cinders in the hellish fires of unbridled nuclear fission.

If he were truly lucky, he mused, he would have perished as countless billions had in the chaotic first days following the inevitable cessation of hostilities. Those most responsible for the devastation had been the first victims of their folly. To him, that seemed rather unfair. As the architects of the world’s destruction they should have been compelled to see their designs come to life. No such luck there, he sneered.

Looking up into the harsh, actinic sunlight he did his best to take a bearing of his position. Such maps and navigational devices as remained were less than useless now. The roadways…the landscape…the very topography of the land had changed so dramatically that no semblance remained of what had been. He could only hope he had not wandered too far astray. He hoped, grinning, he would be lucky.

Somewhere ahead lay solace…refuge…respite. The tales of a special place, untouched by the ravages of the apocalypse, were simply too prevalent to not have some basis in truth. Serendipity Springs was…must be…real. Something unadulterated, something pristine had to have survived else what reason for him to continue on? No, he had to believe in something.

If he were lucky, he would be there by nightfall.


This story was written for the weekly Trifecta Writing Challenge flash fiction challenge prompt: lucky.

5 comments:

  1. This reminds me a bit of The Stand. Very cool (:

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  2. Some image... without being overwrought. I hope he finds what he's looking for... I wouldn't mind being along for the journey. Say...'ACTINIC'... who the hell uses a word like that... you do I guess... good one!

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  3. Serendipity Springs - seems like that would need a lot of faith to believe in.

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  4. Ha ha! Actinic stopped me, too. This is very well done. Thank you for sharing it with us.

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  5. Excellent imagery of a desolate,destroyed world with the lone survivor struggling on-loved the idea of hope at the end!Awesome vocab!Loved it:-)

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