PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
The alarm didn’t go off this morning…I’m still curl up in my duvet, my silvery hair all tangled up. I like the feel of velvet, so soft and cosy. The light peeking through the curtain, telling me to get up and start my day. I used to be a busy lady, getting up at the crack of dawn. I even used to burn the midnight oil. Our town used to be the jealous of everyone as we have enough jobs for everyone. I could still hear the echoing of different shops and factories. Our town looks like a ghost town, no jobs, no class and no future.
For: Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle, MINIATURE WRITING CHALLENGE #67, Wordle 272 Oct 30 by Brenda Warren
ladyleemanila 
Alas… the destiny of way too many towns…
LikeLiked by 1 person
sad but true, thanks, Björn 🙂
LikeLike
Yep, a lot of small towns and villages unfortunately end up going this way. Nice work.
LikeLiked by 1 person
thanks, Iain 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Interesting story, I enjoyed how you developed the prompt
LikeLiked by 1 person
thanks, Michael 🙂
LikeLike
So much depression in this story … well done.
LikeLiked by 1 person
thanks, Alicia 🙂
LikeLike