“I’ve escaped. I’m outside of Sanctuary.” Dane Asher’s numb fingers caressed the brittle petals of the frozen roses. They were covered with a layer of snow, and were so beautiful, like the landscape graced by a winter that was slowly killing him.
“I don’t know why I’m free, but now I’m free only to die.” He looked to the frosted forest and the sunset at the horizon beyond. “Better dying free than living like a slave.”
“Doctor, he’s crashing!” Inside a medical conversation cell at the State’s indoctrination center, the heart of prisoner number 6 stopped. And yet he smiled.
I wrote this for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ writing challenge. The idea is to use the image above as the prompt to write a poem or story no more than 100 words long. My word count is 100.
I wrote a much longer story about Dane’s life as a dissident in a totalitarian society, but I thought I’d try to capture the essence of his life here. In much of human history, death was the only escape from a dystopian totalitarian regime. May it not always be the case.
Oh, bonus points if you can tell me why prisoner number 6 is significant.
Oh, my most recent published SciFi short story, “Saving the Apostle” is featured in the Tuscany Bay Books Planetary Anthology Saturn.