Trying to get back on track with my flash fiction. Here’s my Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Hope you enjoy it!
Thanks to Storyteller’s Abode for the image!
Meredith walked along the street between beach and buildings, bittersweet nostalgia seeping into her soul with each step. Such beautiful architecture, old buildings built before the giant resort hotels had invaded the beach. Character. History.
Gray clouds rolled in across the sky, heavy with their promise of rain. She had lived in one of the apartments above one of those little shops, a tchochke shop her parents had run… Warmest Regards. Her parents sold the thing and the new owners hadn’t known what to do with it, so ultimately, like so many of the shops on this strip, it had closed down.
She stopped in front of The Honey Tree, a small mom and pop shop that sold the basic odds and ends; a convenience store in an era where convenience stores had either merged with gas stations or been overrun by corporate mega-marts. Another legacy, someone else’s memory, soon to be forgotten. Her eyes rested on its going-out-of-business sign.
This was not the beach of her childhood. Her childhood was as surely condemned as these poor buildings. Memories and fond moments would collapse with the wrecking ball that shattered brick and stone.
Meredith continued her stroll, ignoring the overwhelming attractive advertisements of the modern buildings coming in Spring 2017. She ignored what those flyers meant.
She ignored how badly she wanted to cry.