This short story was written in response to the following word prompts:
river, sunset, safe
He sat at his desk and just stared into space as outside, a glorious sunset turned the sky pink and the walls for the room changed through a panoply of orange hues. The clock on the wall ticked a full hour before suddenly a spark of consciousness began to ignite in his previously blank eyes. He picked up the fountain pen, dipped it into the ink and wrote in an erratic, spiky fashion. An idea had come to him, a river of thought had sprung from some place within his empty mind. The scratchy sound of the pen would have been like nails on a blackboard to anyone’s ears if there had been anyone around to hear it. The place was deserted. The door was locked to keep him safe.
He finished and threw down his pen in triumph. A broad grin erupted on his face and the look in his clear blue eyes changed again from amusement to madness.
On the piece of paper was written the words, “Let there be light” and somewhere in the universe, a new world began.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 3rd January 2019