Daily Post One Word Response 4-5-2016

Street

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
To read more posts, click here Street

 

The street lay deserted, residents knowing instinctively to remain inside, behind locked doors. To be out was to sell one’s life cheap. Damn cheap.

The only movements were the scuffing of trash in an unusually chilly wind, a dog or raccoon sniffing at garbage cans, too small to attract notice. In the distance, where darkness met light, the flicking of a lone street lamp teased promises of safety.

A door cracked, low light spilling across puddled pavement, tense face peering out, searching. The wind died, trash still, animals instinctively gone. He shouldn’t go out. He knew he shouldn’t go out; nothing was worst than stepping into those shadows.

But he stepped out anyway, need clawing his belly stronger than fear. A quick trip to the end of the street, score a fix to quiet the fire in his veins and back home. Free, for a few hours, from the cravings inside his body.

Staying to the side of the street, as far off the pavement as possible, he moved quickly, eyes fixed on the distant light. When the ground first rumbled beneath his feet, he started run. At first, it was nothing but a gentle rise and fall, growing louder, stronger, rocking him like a ship in a storm. The street bucked, tossing him to melting asphalt. Scrambling to unsteady feet, he tried to run anywhere out of the darkness. Anywhere.

The street reared, splitting open, hot breath spewing out past ragged black teeth. He screamed, heat sweeping his veins,darkest fix he’d ever experienced, burning away his need. The pavement rose higher, gaping, melting flesh, creeping over the man like mystical fog.

Gone. He was gone.

For a few moments, the street remained melting and bucking, then it stilled. A huge burp echoed off dark houses as the street sank back down, melding seamlessly.

The street lay deserted, residents knowing instinctively to remain inside, behind locked doors. To be out was to sell one’s life cheap. Damn cheap.

The only movements were the scuffing of trash in an unusually chilly wind, a dog or raccoon sniffing at garbage cans, too small to attract notice. In the distance where darkness met light, the flicking of a lone street lamp teased promises of safety.

 

 

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “Daily Post One Word Response 4-5-2016

  1. Pingback: NaPoWriMo – Day 5 – “Heir Today, Gone With The Wind Tomorrow” by David Ellis | toofulltowrite (I've started so I'll finish)

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s