Families enjoy spending time with each other, at the Grand Hotel.
It’s a perfect staycation when the melt down takes a toll.
An excuse to break away from the madness of the city. Or one such thing.
The blast is earth shattering. Maligned bodies lie strewn in the rubble. The grandeur razed to ground in just seconds.
The rain pelts down like atomic bombs.
Nature has unleashed it’s fury.
Don’t go exploiting me anymore.
That evening the sun appears, while it’s still drizzling sorrow.
A double rainbow gleams back.
Hold on to sweet hope, humanity.
On another note: Running very late this #FF, albeit did not want to miss the stunning picture prompt by: David Stewart
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details here). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt above.
To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit here.