It was the last picture he had taken of her. When morning came, she was gone.
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black CATastrophy Writing Prompt 18: The Last Picture
Category: Prompts
black CATastrophy Writing Prompt 17: Slipping Away
Civilization was slipping further and further away.
black CATastrophy Writing Prompt 16: Gone
She was gone.
black CATastrophy Writing Prompt 15: Too Easy
This is gonna be too easy...
black CATastrophy Writing Prompt 14: Alone in the Woods
Behind her, a twig snapped beneath the weight of a heavy boot.
black CATastrophy Writing Prompt 13: Tainted Tea
She accepted a second cup of tea, never suspecting it wasn't exhaustion that made her eyes so heavy with sleep.
black CATastrophy Writing Prompt 12: The Snake
The snake lay patiently in the grass, waiting to strike.
