Aug 20, 2015 Friday Fictioneers

Photo-Prompt: ©C.E. Ayr

Word Count:  100 words (sans title, name, etc.)

Genre: Realistic Fiction

A Different Kind of Air

©August 20th, 2015

By Vijaya Sundaram

Living in a concrete jungle is not for the weak.  Rage makes you strong.  You forget sadness.

So, when the demolition-men gutted our neighborhood, we snapped and organized ourselves.  Walking the streets in our skins spelled an early death, anyway.  What did it matter what we did?

Today mattered.  We were armed, ready.  We’d robbed the local store for our supplies, ’cause we were badass.

“Let’s git to work!” yelled Duane.

And we did.  A seascape, with killer whales swarming into our city, was born in demolition dust.

When we were done, we breathed a new kind of air.

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Tags: Art, Inner City, Rebellion