Departure
... running toward The Dross. .. a speculative 50-word story
We’re not afraid.
We’re leaving the dark droning of Nether Rule, releasing ourselves from the incessant, mind-numbing chatter of The Creed.
We’ve no idea what waits for us out in The Dross, but we’re risking everything.
The light calls us, and we will know the Truth.
Or we will die.
This is like a response to Fran Gardner's "Gravid" prompt last week. Emergence after suffering great pressure and soon comes the release, whatever it may be.
It also reminds me of an old sci-fi movie where the protagonist and his girlfriend escape the perfect under-30 world into the post-apocalyptic world where they find an old man who looks a lot like Peter Ustinov living in the Library of Congress with hundreds of cats. They take him back to the "kids" to open their eyes to what happened to them. So much more outside their hedonistic world.
Yup, gotta go with that risk. Lord knows, mind numbing isn't helpful! Thanks Sharron!