Every week, a photo is given as a prompt to create a story in around 200 words. If you want to have a go, then click on the image link, and if you want to read what others have written, then click on the frog image.
Dirk took another drag from his cigarette before tossing the butt into the gutter. He held the toxicity in his lungs before letting out a long breath, watching the smoke expel in a long line.
He looked up at the clear skies and thought of the mess and turmoil in his life. His mother treated him like a child, trying to ground him whenever he did something she didn’t like.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and sauntered back into the building. His tutors were giving a talk on the dangers the world now faced, and they needed everyone to take tests so the most intelligent could join a program and go on the “Ark”, the ship that would sail through space to a new home. He snorted with derision at the stupidity of it. Everyone seemed to panic over the slightest thing right now. Of course, nothing cataclysmic ever happened or ever would in his lifetime.
He knew the way he wanted his life to go, and he fingered the knife in his other pocket. Suddenly, the building shook violently and his last thought as he saw the billowing mushroom cloud was that for once, he was wrong.