Flash Fiction: Dust to Dust to Life

Dust. All around her was dust. It was piled on the stone shelves and against the walls of living stone. Ripples had been left in the gray dust as the waves of time had swept through the great library where books had been kept safe for thousands of years. It had been an impenetrable fortress until today when at last the outer wall gave way under the relentless onslaught.

Waves of time had raced up the hill on which the library stood. Higher and higher the iridescent waves raced, breaking over one another until they reached the great wooden doors. These were turned to dust first. The books followed. First one by one, then shelf by shelf.

Now Kaylah stood trapped at the back of the library gazing upon the total destruction the waves had wrought. Soon – all too soon – the waves would lap at her feet and she, too, would become nothing more than dust.

A spark of light caught her eye. On the wall letters were appearing as if written by an invisible hand. One by one letters were carved into the stone. Each letter glowed with white light from within and shed stone dust to mingle with that of the wrecked books.

Kaylah smiled. “In the beginning,” she read aloud and laughed even though the waves of time had reached her. The library would live again.

This story was written for Cracked Flash Fiction. In this challenge, you receive the first sentence (in this case “Dust. All around her was dust.” ) and then you have 300 words in which to finish the story.


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