On the clock tower

On the clock tower
‘Isn’t that dangerous?’

‘It’s where the kids sit.’

Jim was showing me around, the first newcomer for over a year. The kids were high on the skeleton of a clock tower.

‘I wouldn’t worry,’ he said. ‘It’s stood like that for years. Since the bomb. Pretty stable.’

There were two up there. Girls or boys, I couldn’t tell. Just squatting.

‘Get a good view?’

He laughed. ‘Sure! Great view.’

Later, I climbed the tower myself.

The gravel desert reaching out to the edge of the world. The track snaking away. The sun setting, huge, forlorn and dull through the dust.

 

© TheSupercargo


The above was written for the Friday Fictioneers flash fiction forum curated by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The prompt: a photo of two people climbing a ladder set against a metal framework on which two other people sit. (See the photo prompt, David Stewart’s photo ‘The Rescuers’, here.) The other influence on the above is JG Ballard – hence Jim. The illustration is partly based on the skeleton of the ‘A-bomb Dome’, Hiroshima.

To see a list of links to all the responses to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt, click here.