“Come on,” Anna snapped. “We’re already running late.”
He darted through the door behind her, and she gasped, stopping dead. Of course, Max hadn’t really been paying attention and ran into her, jostling her forward. She turned around and glared at him, but he shook it off. Like that was anything new lately.
His gaze was drawn back toward the unbelievable destruction before him. Desolation and loss sank into his bones, and he could practically smell the smoke hanging heavy in the air. He shifted from foot to foot, unable to quell the sensation of impending doom.
“Mr. and Mrs. Barrett?”
He and Anna both turned to look at the receptionist.
“Doctor Ramirez will see you, now.” She gestured for them to follow her down the hallway.
Max glanced once more at the huge painting and shook off a chill. Fuck of a thing to have hanging in the office of a marriage counselor.
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5 thoughts on “Flash Fiction #88 – Ruins”
Ahahahahahaha! Great flash, Bronwyn. 😀
That’s awesome!! Sis and I both enjoyed it.
OMG… I love where you went with this. Too funny. Well done. And that photo should be in EVERY counselor’s office.
Short and powerful. Seriously, I don’t know how you do it, but you do it so well.
Oh my! Wow! Good job.