As Storm gained the cavernous sink hole that had once carried melt water deep underground, she switched back into her human form, except for her genetically modified alternative eye sight. Ahead of her was a badly worn staircase, which once had allowed teams of workers access to the underground mining town of Albatross.
Storm had hoped that the defunct twentyfirst century lighting system might have decayed. It seemed she was out of luck, at least a quarter of the lights were still functioning, their deep orange glow reflecting off the descending machine cut walls. As Storm set out on her decent to the Force companies first long term labour camp, she found herself recalling the history of Albatross. The mining town of Albatross had been all about repression and exile. After four hours of descend, Storm arrived at a half way station called Staithes, its long row of houses lay abandoned. Yet the stations welcome sign worked.
Its message below two alternative images of Storm, read:
If you see the renegade Storm, contact Force Headquarters. Do not approach her: Do not let her know that you have seen her. She is a major enemy of the state.
The sad news that Alastair is stepping down from running the Sunday Photo Fiction site has reminded me how much I enjoy the challenges of various Flash Fiction sites.
Due to having lost my password, I am unable to comment or use the ‘like button’, I will however read all the posts.
I am sorry that at present my lack of computing skills, prevents me offering links to previous posts about Storm.