Wohlman

A microfiction inspired by a photo I once took

Although it happened in broad daylight, the brilliant flash of light nearly blinded Wohlman. And indeed, when he again opened his eyes the world, it seemed, had become a negative image of itself: the bright sky had turned black, and everything else, bleached a cold, pale yellow.

In any other circumstance, this is what would have disturbed Wohlman. But here and now, he was seeing something like literal horror: all the people, starting with the most distant, were crumbling and blowing away... the wind — if such it was — rolled inexorably towards him.

And then it hit Wohlman himself. As his dissolution began, Wohlman's last thought was of a daisy, and a green meadow, and a brilliant blue sky. And then Wohlman, too, was gone...