He ran his fingers through the raging water. The boss was right, the rapids were tumultuous enough. The rabid water ripped gentle leaves below the surface, corrupting them beyond recognition.
“We’re all absorbed into chaos eventually.”
His walkie buzzed to life, “Tomas, are you ready?”
The boss said nothing would change without the influence of old words …
“Ready.” His voice was steady but only now did Tomas feel the sun beating down on his neck.
The first strings of red rushed through the rapids towards the town water supply.
They would pay for their dependence on old words today.
Word Count: 100
Many thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers!
Kelley Farrell 
Something terrible is going to happen to town’s water supply. Someone is trying to poison it.
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Good ideas as to what is about to happen.
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I was intrigued by the resonances of “corruption”
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Thank you Neil
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A terrible man-made plague. Chilling, and well written Kelley.
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Thank you Iain
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Awful but so well written.
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Thank you Jilly
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Very sinister. A plague of biblical proportions, wrought by man upon the unsuspecting.
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Indeed, thank you
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That was very chilling! Good take on the photo prompt.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thank you Susan
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Ominous, leaves us wanting to know more
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Thank you Michael
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even if every
thing dies,
i hope there
is a happy ending 🙂
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Very true, thank you
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And the waters were turned to blood. . . . .
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Yes. Thank you
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