Concept is simple. Set a timer for 5 minutes and write based on the following prompt.
Village disappears with only 1 survivor
Dust spills from my mouth. I groan, rolling over in the dirt as every muscle aches with the effort of a thousand mornings. I gotta lay off the wine. Light streams through my puffy eyes, welcoming me into a day I’d rather not see. A wisp of smoke rises from the village. I hope it’s Cook. My stomach grumbles something fierce. Whatever I did last night left me with a gnawing hunger. I pad towards the flame, slipping into the back of the apothecary to grab a flask of elderberry wine. I’ll quit tomorrow. Maybe. The quiet suits my throbbing head; the sound of laughing children vanished. Did I miss a holiday? When I arrive at the fire, it’s not contained in a rock edge embrace; it’s the edge of a merchant tent. Yelling brings no one. I take one last glug of wine. Letting the fluid roll down my throat before using the rest to douse the flame.