The Crew Comes on Monday

Posted: July 16, 2017 by J.A. Prentice in Flash Fiction, Uncategorized
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Demolition started Monday. The crew would come in with their wrecking ball, smashing through brick and wood, reducing it all to pebbles and matchsticks. The dust would rise like a great mist and then there would only be silence.

The building stood and remembered the things that would soon be lost.

Memories were etched into wood and stone, drifting like ghosts in the stillness.

If you listened closely, you could hear them.

The laugh of a young child, one of seven, fighting to survive in a room made for two.

The tears of a new widow that had stained deep into the crumpled letter in her hands, making the words run in black rivers.

The slamming of a door by hands that never opened it again.

The clapping of proud parents, eyes glistening and smiles broad.

The patter of first footsteps, wobbling but determined.

A thousand stories hung in the air, so many people remembered in fragments of old memory, fading like photographs in a scrapbook.

Demolition started Monday.

But today was Sunday.

And it was a Sunday for remembering.

Word Count: 180

This is for Sunday Photo Fiction. Thanks to Mike Vore for providing the prompt photo!

  1. Susan says:

    Rarely do we see how things once were, only what they are right now. Nice job.

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  2. Nice piece. If bricks could talk, eh?

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  3. ceayr says:

    I liked this, but the tenses confused me.

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    • Thanks. I’m a little uncertain about the tenses still. I might go in and edit them around because as it stands, I think it’s technically correct, but a little needlessly confusing.


      • ceayr says:

        I suggest that if today ‘is’ rather than ‘was’ Sunday, the other tenses would follow more naturally. As I said, I liked the piece, cleverly constructed history of a house.

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  4. The house will go but the memories- hopefully. Nice one.

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  5. This is such a lovely take on the prompt; I love how the memories are coming from the house, as if the house, itself, is alive in some way. Fantastic πŸ™‚

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  6. mandibelle16 says:

    Beautiful piece. I loved the personification of the house as something living with memories. I rather think the house as a ‘home’ as memories and after it’s demolished it will no longer be the home with its memories 😒 Great write!

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  7. The demolition drive is so painful for the lady. Her home will not be broken down and the only residue will be her memories. the photo is in skeletal condition while your write-up is one strong piece.

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  8. michael1148humphris says:

    This is a lovely story. The story did well to tell so much in so few words.

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  9. Superb metaphorical piece. Loved the personification of the house as a living being about to die. Brilliant writing.

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  10. Mike says:

    Now there’s a building with stories to tell. I enjoyed this story a lot. Thanks.

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  11. Dahlia says:

    A beautiful poignant piece.

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  12. I really like this. It’s a great way to see the history of the house.

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