Rüya locked the door behind her. She and her husband had put all their hopes and dreams into the place. They had sent their daughters to college with the money they earned developing other people’s memories. Now in this modern, digital age, her dreams were done.
With her husband gone it was time to move on. The red tram rattled past her as she walked to Nazli’s cafe to say good-bye.
The street was just yawning awake as a thunderous explosion shattered her ears and she was blasted off her feet. The last thing she remembered was a bright fireball.
word count: 100
Written in response to the 58th Challenge Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Week of 03-22 through 03-28-2016. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Uday, with the blog, Udayology. Thank you Uday!