Here is my third Friday Fictioneer’s story courtesy of a photo prompt from Madison Woods. If you want to join in, visit her blog to view the photo prompt and try to write a story in 100 words. Once you’re done share your story by posting a link as a comment on her blog.
She calls my name but I won’t come out. In here I am safe. The air is cool and the sun won’t burn my skin. Moving my hands around the dirt I push my whole body into the shadows. It wasn’t always like this. During my earth years I would run along the beach just to see the sun rise. Now immortality reins my soul and the new world comes alive when the moon lights up the dark sky. I hear her body slide down outside my tomb where she waits for me. “They’re coming for us” she whispers as the ground starts to tremble with the footsteps of a hundred men.