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 on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!
PHOTO PROMPT © ALICIA JAMTAAS
The last of the wagons rumbled to a halt, discharged its ore, and sat, dirty and empty.
The last of the ore spilled from the conveyor into the furnace with a gout of sooty sparks.
The last of the molten metal was cast and the ingots trucked out.
Two men secured the gates with thick chains and heavy padlocks, and drove away.
The site was left; it wasn’t worth salvaging.
A whippoorwill came. Fireweed flourished. Brambles straggled over the buildings. Saplings shaded the wagon tracks even as they destroyed them.
Nothing grew on the spoil tips.