Last Words

He stood still and looked at the horizon. It was almost sunrise. A new day was about to come, yet it would be his last. He brought nothing when he came. He was alone. The kingdom put its hope in his hand. The barren land was dying for hope. He was not ready. He did not choose to be gifted.

As the sun rising, he put his hand in the air. The wind whirled. The earth was shaken. The aquatic basin erupted. Water started to flow into the barren land. His body was trembling and then falling. He gave his life to the land.

Good bye, he closed his eyes.


This post was published as response to Daily Prompt challenge. Today’s theme was Last Words.

Author: aryadn

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