Response to Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Story Challenge to photo prompt Genre: Realistic Faction
Lampposts stood dead in the night unlit yet there was light. Someone had cleaned up all the trash from the street and and alleyways and, yes – where was old Flynn’s rusted out ‘57 Cadillac? The one old Flynn still got into first thing in the morning and crawled out of every night after a day working on his alcohol intake.
It was eerie, the streets being so empty, the city so quiet. He’d never seen or heard of such a thing happening in all of his short, but hard-lived twelve years.
His t-shirt stuck to his chest. Blood?