Friday rolls around again, and with it Friday Fictioneers. Writers around the world receive a prompt pic from Rochelle:
My 100 words are these:
Today is the thirty-sixth time we have carried out our monthly flight over the contaminated area. Our helicopter’s detection equipment shows airborne infection levels still countless times the safety limits.
Three years ago, before the evacuation, this valley was buzzing with rural life, with crops and cattle and the occasional agri-tourist working the land by way of summer holiday. Now, though, the buildings have surrendered to the surviving trees and vegetation which conquer them like real-life Triffids.
And then we spot washing on a line, a shadow in a window. There is life. Survivors. Perhaps their blood contains the cure.