Last Light

dawn-in-montreal

Within a wall, is a maze of walls that mirrors other walls that collapse together into picture perfect houses. The swarm descends, blazing lights and honking, parking their little toy cars in the driveway. Facing their colossal television screens, tuned to the NEWS, they sit down to dinner at the dining table, a perfect walnut veneer, and shovel down forkful after forkful of salad, meat and potatoes and chew and chew till they can chew no more. They stare and stare till they can look no more; shuffle upstairs, toss and turn, till dreams overcome them in the yawning darkness.

[100 words]

Written for Friday Fictioneers prompt hosted by Rochelle. Thank you!

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

 

30 thoughts on “Last Light”

    1. Good question. Dusk leads to another day that leads to dusk. The loop is endless, until permanent night gives much needed relief from this cycle. It is left to one’s own imagination. Thank you for stopping by.

    1. Thank you, Andy. 😀It’s the same way of life in my part of the world as well. 😂Urban spaces and lifestyle resonate with alarming similarity. Thank you for stopping by.

  1. sometimes when i walk alone in the neighborhood in the early evening, i can’t stop wondering what’s going on inside the houses that i pass by. lovely story. 🙂

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