Friday Fictioneers – The End

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz (the blue frog) on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The End

Silence.

No voices, no footsteps.

No clicking of radiators cooling; no electronic chimes from computers.

Sunlight streams through the great window. The painted figures of the frescoes go silently about their business, unwatched, irrelevant.

Dust.

On the lamps, on the huge circular counter.

On the floor, dust, scarred by the tracks of small scurrying creatures. Dust on the clock, its hands forever resting at a quarter to one – whether day or night nobody knows and nobody cares.

Outside the building, life, luxuriant and green, thrusts through asphalt, chokes water-courses, swarms over rusting vehicles and rejoices.

Man’s day is past.