When Deb Whittam retired from hosting 50-Word Thursdays, Kristian asked to pick it up and offered me a spot at co-host. Obviously, I jumped at the opportunity as I love this weekly prompt. Last week he hosted, so this week, I am hosting. My prompt will go out at Midnight GMT on Thursday, and a recap will be posted by 10:00 PM GMT next Wednesday.
Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.
Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
Flicks had one job – only one – sit in the one-room shack atop Lesser Firebird Mountain and watch. That was it – sit and watch. His family served as Firebird Mountain watchers for over a thousand years. He knew the stories – what was at risk. Alas, in the end, he decided to shirk his duties one warm spring day and go swimming instead.
What started as a little tremor quickly grew. Flick was unable to stand, and not fast enough to crawl back to his post to flick the switch on the siren that would warn everyone. He tried to convince himself that it was just an earthquake, but the sudden ear-splitting screech overhead suggested otherwise. All he could do was sit and watch as the mythical Phoenix flew overhead.
Heat and screams filled the air as the Phoenix unleashed its unconstrained anger on the town. Flick sat and watched the ground burn around him. He sighed as the Phoenix landed beside him in the dry lake bed. There was no use resisting. He knew he was in trouble.
Flick looked into the Phoenix’s eyes. “Hi, Mom. Sorry for leaving my post.”
“Don’t you know what might have happened if one of them had come up here!”