Friday Fictioneers – Absence

~ neilmacdon
PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds

There were lives here once. If you listen, you can still hear the honkytonk with its out-of-tune F sharp. If you look, you may half-glimpse the flounced skirt of a bar girl.

A house, sure—a house can disappear. Fires catch easy, and carpenter ants will gnaw through a building in days. Even whole streets vanished in the war. But towns, towns shouldn’t just blink out.

I turn to Tommy. He’s long gone too, of course. “The main street were right here, weren’t it, mate?”

And he shakes his head and says, “Till the seam ran out.”

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

45 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Absence”

  6. A tale that touched my heart, for this afternoon I was waiting in a car park, where once stood a fine Georgian house and a beautiful garden. And I found myself wondering about change

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  16. Like looking at a life they knew existed at one point but, now seems as if it never did. Well done.

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