Friday Fictioneers: A Street
The world isn’t a stranger to conflict. But in light of events both recent and ongoing, I thought a few words would be one way to acknowledge the adversities that so many people are facing right now, and to take a moment to hope for a brighter future.
This piece is a response to last week’s prompt for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle for providing the following photo prompt.
Eventually, the street went back to a version of its old self. Screams and sirens faded. Bloodstains were cleared. Nightmares abated. The focus shifted.
Some fled. Some stayed. Footsteps fell where bodies once had. Some saw the street as a stranger. Frequent visitors recognised their usual way home. A schoolgirl saw an old meeting place for hopscotch. A businessman, his spot for an afternoon smoke.
Someone saw it as the last place to see a loved one alive.
But for now, the focus was elsewhere. Footsteps fell whilst they all held their breaths, waiting for it to return someday.
Thank you for reading. More submissions for last week’s prompt here.