The Green Man


It always started with the Green Man. Jackson would open his eyes, finding himself on a busy street corner, surrounded by shivering pedestrians waiting for the light to change. The Green Man appeared, sending the crowd shuffling forward like lemmings, oblivious of the danger.

Jackson no longer knew how many times he’d played out this scenario. Caught in an endless loop, he was powerless to stop the events from unfolding. He’d tried yelling, waving his hands, shoving people, to no avail. The speeding truck always came barreling through the intersection, plowing through the crowd and leaving a wake of broken bodies.

Not this time. Jackson knew what he must do. Each time he’d been forced to witness the carnage, powerless to stop it. Fate must require the ultimate sacrifice to end this cycle. When the Green Man appeared, he launched himself into the street, screaming like a madman. The jaded crowd finally took notice and watched in horror as the raving young man was crushed by a rogue box truck. Gathering around him, strange faces gaped as the life ebbed from his eyes. The Green Man faded. Peace.

Jackson flipped open his eyes. The Green Man glowed brightly. He screamed.

Word Count: 200

[This is my entry into the Sunday Photo Fiction challenge, hosted by Alastair Forbes. Write a short story of 200 words or less from the photo prompt provided.

It’s a rehashing of a popular plot device – The Never Ending Day. It’s hard to capture the full effect in only 200 words, but I hope it was fun to read.]



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