The mass rolled towards them from afar. She came from the snow-peaked mountains, tumbling over the hills, obscuring the clear blue sky.
‘A day, at most.’
‘We should go.’
‘She will find us. There is no point in running.’
The darkness would one day cover the whole world. The light would be blocked out. The winter would take hold.
‘There is nothing we can do?’
‘We had our chance. If we had acted decades ago…’
As it grew nearer, the leaves fell from the trees, wilting and dying. Nature decayed, snow and ice covered the land. They accepted their fate. The reign of the humans would end with them.
‘It has been a good life.’
‘It has, but at such a cost.’
‘Only in our ending.’
They embraced, watching their fate approach. The evil power of the Snow Queen enveloped them. They crystallised, their blood stilled in their veins, their hearts froze.
The mass continued it’s journey. In the air was the sound of her gleeful laughter. No one was left to hear it.
This is a response to the #writephoto Prompt: Afar curated over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. Click on the link to read other stories inspired by the image.