Shaking snow from his boots, Joseph took his place behind the counter.
Francine waited for him. “It’s time to leave.”
Joseph sighed, they’d had this conversation before. After their children left for another kind of life, they poured their lives into the shop. The customers were their neighbors and friends. But, they were all gone now.
A couple entered the lopsided front door, waving away the dust in the air.
The woman said, “Yep, demolition ball. No one’s used this space for years.”
A deafening shriek cracked the air.
“Calm down, Joseph, I told you it was time to go.”
This piece is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we are to write a 100-word story. This week’s intriguing photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.
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