
Above is the photo prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneers a flash fiction challenge offered up by Rochelle. You can find her response to the challenge and those of her contributors at:
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/12/03/5-december-2014/
Here is my response.
Encased:
By JE Lillie
The days which followed the ice were dark and cold not because they were dark and cold.We had no lights, no heat, no refrigeration, no phones, no computers but all that was expected. The felling of 10,000 trees had cut us off from the rest of society. It was the loneliness that nearly drove us mad.
It was a week before we heard the chain saws coming up our road. Someone in town hall had remembered we were out there and thought we might need help. That was the year Daddy stopped being a doomsday prepper and moved us into the condo in town.

What a turn around!
You are talented, Pastor J!
Thank you.
Dear Joseph,
Just when I thought it was post-apocalypse you turned the story on its ear. I’ve known a few doomsday preppers. As a matter of fact we bought into it some thirty years ago and bought several pounds of soybeans. I tried cooking them once. My husband hated them. The most memorable part of that was when our toddler got one of those bean stuck up his nose and had to have it removed by a doctor. Needless to say, the soybeans were evicted. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
I remember getting an m&m stuck up my nose. I suppose a soy bean is the healthy version. Hey I am having trouble loading your site. It comes up but no words show. It’s not happening with any of my WordPress sites.
I can’t imagine what that’s all about. it’s coming up fine on my end. 😦
Don’t know if it will make a difference but here’s my link. http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/12/03/5-december-2014/
When reality of being a doomsday preacher collides with reality of isolation I think a condo works better. Maybe shifting from doomsday to some smaller pessimism.
Or maybe it’s just hope in something bigger than survival.
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