Picture courtesy of Marie Gail Stratford
I’m not even sure what I’m seeing in this photo. My first impression was that it looked remarkably like the Iron Throne (for the uninitiated, that would be from A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin, and yes, I’ve read them all). But on closer inspection, the photo seems to be of a window that is either broken or covered in ice crystals. In the end, I had to go with what it made me feel – that something bad has happened.
Word count: 102
Barbarians at the Gate
The old guard retreated to their plush panic rooms, secure in the knowledge they would prevail. The rabble outside the gates could rail and rant and rattle, but the One Percenters held their power as birthright.
Only the number crunchers saw it coming. A shift in the tide, the turn of the tables. The meltdown was in full freefall before the first window was smashed.
Ash settled across the city, anointing the new order with smudges reminding them they came from dust and to dust they would return. But until then, there was rebuilding to do. A rebirth of sorts. A resurrection.
© Erin Leary
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