THE LAV MUSE

The street was deserted, the cars abandoned. Red faced and tugging her heavy backpack, Tracy trudged up painstakingly insensitive to her surroundings. Tracy had always loved the quaint row of old fashioned houses ringed at the back by the foothills baked relentlessly in the summer sun.

As she neared her aunt’s house, the eerie silence finally registered on her. She looked around hoping to catch a word with Mrs and Mr Brady who usually sat on their front porch till nightfall sipping lemonade and gawking at the irregular beat of passers-by.

The complete absence of human society and the usual bark of dogs frightened her. As she looked around with an odd sense of pending doom, the last thing that registered on her before the entire place was flattened, was a glimpse of a steel coloured conical missile and her parting thought of how beautiful it looked, twinkling in the sunlight.

(150 words)

Author’s note: The grim exchange of insults between the leader of the free world and a dictator alarms the entire watching world. My take on this week’s “What Pegman Saw” prompt is a reflection of an extreme outcome should things get out of hand.

“What Pegman saw” is a weekly challenge based on Google Streetview. Using the 360 degree view of the location provided, you must write a piece of flash fiction of no more than 150 words. You can read the rules here.