This story is a response to the Challenge posted on Friday Fictioneers, which is a weekly blog link-up led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple. A story inspired by the photo prompt, a beginning, middle and end in just 100 words or below, making every word count. Here goes my attempt, hope you guys like it.
Limping, Garry walks towards the altar.
He places down the book, and mixes the last ingredient.
All his life, he worked on this…and tonight’s the day.
Looking at the sky he prayed….for immortality.
A sip and he will live forever…
Slowly….the liquid slides down his throat.
Garry falls…cries….crawls in pain…burning from inside.
Soon, the pain withers away….
Some men enter the hall with an officer…
“We heard cries…he was dead by the time we….”
“Hmmm…does anyone know him?”
Breaking silence…Garry laughs out loud scattering the crowd.
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