It’s an odd thing to sit and watch your past gently demolished.
Graffiti and gang signs dissolve under a wave of gentrification. Murals and memories destroyed, history is hosed down.
Old blood drips red once more with each brick removed, before washing away forever.
Blood on the concrete; a skinned knee on a basketball court. Blood in the school-yard; a lost tooth in fight with a friend. Blood on the sheets; two teens too young to hold back.
Spilled in the building of a life, now washing away in a tsunami of affluence and economics.
Time again for some Friday Fictioneers – thanks to Rochelle for hosting this weekly challenge, and thanks to C.E. Ayr for this week’s compelling picture prompt. The challenge, as always, is to write a complete story in no more than 100 words, including a beginning, a middle and an end.
(I don’t always manage to get a beginning, middle and end in each week, but that’s why it’s a challenge :)).
Click on this link to read all the other stories (often in the order of 100!). I encourage you to read, to comment and to share any of the stories you might like (including this one, if it passes muster)!