This story was written for the weekly Flash Fiction challenge posted each Wednesday by Rochelle on her blog, Addicted to Purple. We get an image and 100 words to tell a story. We also get several days to do it–the flexibility of this weekly prompt is a big plus for me, and I’m sure, for others as well! This week’s image comes from Jan Wayne Fields. Click on the blue frog icon below to read more stories or to add your own.
He hadn’t been to New York since the world ended. Approaching from the water, it was easy to slide into the old reality, but when he docked and made his way in, the emptiness hit.
He walked quickly, looking away from empty storefronts and abandoned bodegas.
No traffic, no resistance.
In her apartment, there was dust everywhere, and a smell. A handwritten note on the bedroom door read:
If anyone survives this plague, you will. Live. I’ll see you when you’re through.
He sighed. He’d hoped today would end his loneliness, but he had more solitude to bear.