This was my hometown. Now it was just nothing but piles of scabrous rocks weathering under a pitiless sun. There were once people here, and houses, even love and happiness, but then the Fire came and ended it all. Then there was chaos and confusion, and I took to wandering.
I wandered for many years, so many I had lost count how long I had been in the wasteland, but somehow I ended up back here. The place where it all began for me. Leaving the ruins behind, I wandered through the cemetery. The final grave bore my name.
I’m not sure why a hometown prompt makes me immediately think of an apocalyptic story… Think of it as an apocalyptic ghost story I guess…
This was written with the prompt hometown provided by the Carrot Ranch July 22 Flash Fiction Challenge.
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