Follow - January 01, 2012

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "follow". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out]

Follow - Squiddy Geiger - January 01, 2012

Zephram wiped the sweat out of his eyes. It was hot, and he was thirsty. He stumbled, caught himself and kept walking, hoping nobody noticed.

It hadn't been like this in the beginning. They'd followed William willingly, eagerly. It had only been when the shortages started, and the heat had taken over, that questions had popped up. Surely the Prophet of God could not be forsaken, and his disciples left to suffer so.

When people had started dropping back, then "disappearing" - the guards would invariably say they could not find them, but Zephram was sure of the truth. Those who tried to leave were killed, and left where they lay. Zephram wasn't going to end up that way, and vowed he would march on to the end, wherever that was.

In the end, either choice was the same. He followed William to a place far into the desert, beyond help. In the end, he'd been a good follower. In the end, he had returned to his Maker, just as William had promised. He just hadn't expected it to be so soon.

Posted by Squiddy at January 1, 2012 08:30 PM | TrackBack