Flash Fiction: You’re All Goners

Photo credit: Roger Bultot

These people are far too comfortable. The lights are on, but nobody’s home—both literally and figuratively. 

If they knew what was best for them, they’d all escape. Now!

With all the technologies available at their fingertips, there isn’t a soul in this city prepared for the “big one”—the biggest of them all.

Look at this guy: unaware, chatting aimlessly to chew up the clock. And these poor folks trying to enjoy a pretzel and the sights—likely their last.

A resident on the forty-eighth floor notices his cat acting erratically before the shaking begins.

I can’t watch.

Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers—July 19, 2019

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