102. Another day from hell. All we wanted was an afternoon swimming, escaping the cockroaches that crawl out from their holes whenever heat intensifies, littering all shorelines with screeching and trash.
Blinking red and blue, stopping and turning everyone around.
“Is it closed to recreation?” I asked.
“Absolutely, there’s a fire.” Goddammit.
Driving to the next fated spot, short-lived and teaming with their drunkenness, the stench of spilled PBR mixed with humidity unbearable.
Papers the next day told of the wildfire, the idiots that ruined our day with irresponsible play.
A pity natural selection failed to do its job.
This blog post is part of Charli Mill’s Flash Fiction Challenge issued by Carrot Ranch Communications. July 29, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that is ripped from the headlines. Look at local, regional or global news. You can link to an article if you choose to. Put your own fictional twist on it to make it unique to your story-telling.