It had been seven months since the sun slipped below the horizon, never to rise again. The world had gone cold in the following weeks; friends and family had died or disappeared. And now Mary was alone.
Except for the darkness.
She stepped between the trees at the edge of the farm, smiling as the shadows embraced her, welcomed her home.
Long after sunset, Mary once again found the light.
She removed the pistol from her pocket, aimed it at her heart, and gave herself to the dark.
Thoughts: Well, I had written this for June's flash fiction contest over at Necon E-books...but then I forgot to submit it. What a dummy!
The restrictions for last month's contest were simple: write a story in 100 words or less on the subject of Dark Romance. Through July, you can read the winning entries here. How does mine hold up?