Word Count: 100 words of text, exactly
Genre: Grimly-Realistic fiction
Chance
©April 2nd, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Aparna stood, transfixed. Beside her stood Ajay, her husband. Together, they gazed out on the city.
The city was everything she had imagined. The morning sky was clear and blue. The streets teemed with life. Somewhere within, however, she felt a tremor, a tectonic shift.
Shivering, Aparna said, “I’d like to go down, now.”
“Why?” said Ajay, who didn’t like changing plans midway.
“Please,” she said, her hand tightening on his.
He knew her too well to argue. They made their way to the elevator.
Just as they reached the street, the building collapsed.
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Not entirely satisfied with my last story, I tried again. Thanks to our Fairy Blog-Mother, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers with patience and grace every week, and to Marie Gail Stratford for the photo-prompt this week.