The building has remained vacant for decades.
The dense thicket prevents uninvited guests.
Wildlife skirts around it and burrowing animals burrow elsewhere.
Birds occasionally perch in the branches but never overfly it.
The meagre vegetation seems cursed. Nothing blooms.
The rusty railings and the masonry are exceedingly fragile.
The wind avoids entering.
Rain and snow fall elsewhere.
There are no surprises lurking in it’s dark interior.
There is only this countdown.
An immense ball of light precedes the blast.
The terror and atrocious nightmares slowly start to disintegrate.
The above photo prompt sets the Friday Fictioneers challenge this week. My renewed thanks go out to Rochelle who continues, week after week, to provide us with a fresh Flash Fiction challenge. Friday Fictioneers was the very first weekly challenge I decided to do and I haven’t looked back since!