This story is written for Friday Fictioneers.
That day was hot from start to finish. Yesterday the building was full of people wandering around all the leafy plants and green shrubby. Now there was nothing but glare and dust, the two elements of hell. The flower beds and and lawns of the local town will have to wait on their promised beauty. The gutted interior is invaded now by a swarm of insects that buzz with their new found home.
The ambulances and fire trucks have since departed. He can still here his daughter’s question when he arrived home. “Where’s Mommy?”
Oh Danny Boy! 
The desolation is so well described. And so sad, poor child.
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So much not said, but the message is clear. There is a real feel of abandonment in the photo and you used the atmosphere well, Danny.
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There’s a sinister feel about this one. Poor little girl.
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Oh, boy! That’s a tough one. Well done.
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Destruction through fire can be replaced and rebuilt. But Mommy? The last line struck like a hammer blow.
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Thanks James!
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Well told, I would not know how to tell a child
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Sad times, indeed.
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Lots of feelings in that story. Well done, Danny.
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A timely tale, sadly so.
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But will we finally do anything about what’s happening? Topical and tragic, Danny.
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Harsh one, DJ.
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Sometimes current events put me in a foul mood.
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Hard not to.
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You too?
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