Elena knew the streets of Pripyat by heart.
In her dreams, she’d run along these streets until she reached the Ferris Wheel, climbing back into Papa’s lap. Afraid of heights, his strong arms held her tight.
Yet, nothing could save Papa.
Thirty years on, she’d returned, carrying the same small suitcase and clutching their front door key, as though it could unlock the past and bring it back.
Yet, no key unlocks thirty years of neglect.
Reclaimed by the forest, the Ferris Wheel loomed over the abandoned fun park like a ghostly giant.
Silent, all the children were gone.
This has been a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from Charli Mills over at Carrot Ranch Communications
August 24, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about an empty playground. Is it abandoned or are the children in school? What is it about the emptiness that might hint of deeper social issues. It can be a modern story, apocalyptic or historical. Go where the prompt leads.
Respond by August 31, 2016 to be included in the weekly compilation. Rules are here. All writers are welcome!
To read more about former residents returning to Pripyat, click here.
Photo credit: Sean Gallup.