A moment of anger leads to murky consequences.
Photo © Erin Leary
The creature who had been Marrak cackled, drooling.
As the slime crept toward the opposite shore, they would be praying, chanting protective rituals.
Thinking they were safe.
Nobody was safe. Gral the Amorphous devoured all. Gral the Corrupter showed no mercy.
They deserved none. Not after destroying him, taking his property, accusing him of…
His head fogged. Something unfair. That much he remembered. That’s why he invoked Gral. Brought the plague.
A face. A young girl. So familiar.
Marrak dove in, paddling desperately through the slime. His skin bubbled, mutated, dissolved. Gurgling out his daughter’s name, he sank.
Word count: 100. Submitted for this week’s Friday Fictioneers‘ photo prompt challenge. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, as always, for hosting, and to Erin Leary for the photo prompt. Click here to see other stories and to submit your own.