FLASH FICTION PROMPT
“An interview?”
That was all the warning anyone had before everything came pouring down on our heads. Everything and nothing and that alone, ate everything in sight.
It wasn’t a safe word. It wasn’t a dark word.
But it was a word of power and with those sorts of words, destruction of worlds and realms hung in the balance.
No wonder there were no more heroes. No more villains. No more curiosity.
There’s a different kind of terror that swallows you whole when it comes down to erasing your existence or erasing your boredom.
Interviews were once done for entertainment or information.
Once.
Once upon a very long time ago.
(c) Sara Harricharan