Every week we are given a photo to use as a prompt to write a story in 200 words or less with the photo as the subject matter. My story is based around the photo but doesn’t mention it.
If you would like to have a go, then click on the Sunday Photo Fiction image, and if you want to read what others have written, then click on the blue image with the frog on it.
The cold arrived so suddenly, it claimed nearly half the population of the village. The elder was one of the first to go, and I took his position as the eldest male. We requested aid, but none came. Apparently, we weren’t a priority. Other places needed it more than we did. What gave them the right to say someone else’s life was more valuable than my children’s?
I walked around the camp with my furs huddled around me. Although the cold didn’t bother me, my body still didn’t like it and shuddered involuntarily on occasion. I shuddered as I looked down on the boy huddled against his mother trying to keep warm. I knelt down to talk to them both, but when I touched her, she was rigid and cold. She had succumbed to the weather.
I told him there was a warm spot for him near the central fire, and I needed his mother to fetch more wood. It was better for him to hate me for saying she died out there than knowing he was laying on her body.
I sent a request for aid again, knowing it would make no difference. We were alone here in Kenya.
Global warming affects everyone, and if we don’t make a serious effort to deal with it, the equator could very well end up like this.