Janice looked at the last snowman she would ever build in her backyard. The horror of her impending doom had dulled. Yet the rogue voice wouldn’t be silent, reminding her of the rash decision she had made to trade excessive life credits in a desperate hope to save her dying mother.
Yet, it was done. Now had come the reckoning. She had neither the truckload of money that was required to purchase new credits nor the political connections to get a waiver from the looming threat.
So it was that another billionaire got the immortal elixir and it was she who was to be culled like a weed to compensate yet another undying plutocrat.
As dawn neared, she heard the dreaded sound of the airborne drone landing which could mean only one thing.
She smiled when the first rays of the dawn shone on her face. It was a beautiful sunrise.
Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Al Forbes. For more details visit HERE.